In this Fateful Hour

In This Fateful Hour

By: Susan Deborah Schiller   Prayer by: Madeleine L'Engle

Painting by: Akiane   Poem by: Danielle Bednarcik

In this fateful hour – a time when the earth is covered with darkness – corruption in every level of society, can it be possible that our children have the keys to a brighter future? Not when they grow up, but right here and now?

I pause to consider a poem by Madeleine L'Engle:

I Mya in this fateful hour,

I place all Heaven with its power,

And the sun with its brightness,

And the snow with its whiteness,

And the fire with all the strength it hath,

And the lightning with its rapid wrath,

And the winds with their swiftness along their path,

And the sea with its deepness,

And the rocks with their steepness,

And the earth with its starkness,

All these I place

By God's almighty help and grace

Between myself and the powers of darkness.

I meditate on Genesis: "It is GOOD!" said my Creator as He gazed at the sky, the sea, the whales and dolphins, the flamingos and racoons, the giraffes and elephants, the dandelions and lilies, the waterfalls and lakes….

It is SO GOOD to me – all this beauty!

The TREES, the SUNFLOWERS, the STARS, and even the LAUNDRY hanging out to dry.

Could it be, that all this GOODNESS that parades across my path each day is what keeps the darkness from taking over?

"It is GOOD!" said my Creator when He created man and when He created woman.

          I am GOOD. You are GOOD.

It sounds so easy, until I look at something like Auschwitz. Or Hitler. Agenda 21.

          The opposite of GOOD.

Or when I think of girls escaping North Korea by fleeing to China, only to fall prey to the sex trade.

     Or when I think of wars in Africa over the tiny elements in our cell phones and computers.

          Or when I think of little children falling asleep hungry, cold, and scared.

How can I BELIEVE that IT IS GOOD when all around me there is FEAR and SHAME and humans who want to control the world?

How do I reconcile what happened to me as "GOOD" – the abuse that cost me nearly everything?

Auschwitz is on one end of the spectrum of what some people call "good" – or we could call it Agenda 21 in more modern terminology. Agenda 21 is the opposite of "be fruitful and multiply"… it's a systematic plan to reduce the world's population.

What stands between Planet Earth and Agenda 21 or any other Auschwitz type of system, whether human trafficking, war, or exploitation?

Maybe one solution might look like this vision my granddaughter, Danielle, sang to me in a song from her imagination, I call "The Morning Prayer".

"I wake up in the morning,

I see the trees and sky.

I go outside.

I see the birds and the butterflies,

I say a little prayer for someone.

Then I do something for someone.

Our brains are for thinking about God.

Then we say a little prayer for someone.

We do something for someone."

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I have a dream of a world full of light, where everyone from the smallest to the oldest, the smartest as well as the weakest, have every resource laid up for them to create happiness as they fulfill their purpose in the world. It's a childlike dream, I know, and I feel a bit foolish to share this in public, but it's written in Ephesians 1 and it has captured my imagination! 

I haven't studied economics and the only degree I have is in early childhood education and development. I love fairytales and happily ever after endings.

Prayer is art. Art is war.

We can craft words like artists with our prayers and use our words to still the storms. We can write ourselves into a better world, as my friend Esther Emery calls it.

Maybe this is what it's like, in part, to have the spirit of the poor… when we don't know what to do when confronted with overwhelming ruin and destruction... when we feel so tiny and weak… so insignficant… maybe we can put all that is GOOD between us and the Dark and simply do something for someone… right in front of us, the ones who are at our door.

Sodom’s sins were pride, gluttony, and laziness, while the poor and needy suffered outside her door. – Ezekiel 16:49

My granddaughter's poem came to me shortly after I had a dream, the kind of dream I call a "dream parable". In that dream we all lived a very simple life of caring for our neighbors. Youth gangs still existed by instead of drive by shootings they would drive by the homes of the elderly and repair their houses and vehicles. 

When everyone is using their creative skills and talents to better their community, to love their neighbor, to have fun, there's no need for guns and weapons or wars. Maybe I'm an idealist, but I am seeing communities spring up who have these very same values and goals. They are putting their faith into action and living this very lifestyle!

Writing Prompt: Write about the dreams that are so big it's totally unimaginable, completely impossible, to see them come true – unless God comes through.

I believe it honors our Papa God when we dare to believe in BIG dreams! It means we think an awful lot like Him – the one who created an ever-expanding universe of delights extremely awesome and beautiful. What you focus on is empowered!

 

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With all my love,

White Dove

PS I enjoy dream parables, and if you'd like to read more, I have a collection of dream parables here.

Hi, I'm White Dove. Yes, it's my pen name, and it was given to me by a blind man who shyly whispered it to me in a Divine encounter. Yes, it's my real picture… just an ordinary selfie in my backyard. 

I live with my family in the mountains, surrounded by ancient forests, pure streams, and mighty rivers. I work at a local grocery store to earn my living. My earthly needs are simple as I try to let my inner child lead me, instead of me trying to be what the world says I should be and do.

My kingdom of God career is a Heart Scribe. I love to write from God's heart and have been recording His living Word for the past three decades. It's brought me so much beauty, joy, peace, and happiness! 

I love to inspire trauma survivors to write their life stories, unearthing the treasures of their past and sowing them into the future. We dip our pens in blood and write the pain away… as God has shown me how to do, in the company of supportive friends and family. We are writing ourselves into a better world and it's the most exciting place to be!

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