A Call to More than Greatness

How can I describe the life changes that have taken place since the last time I put pen to paper? Terms that would typically describe alterations in life’s journey just can’t apply. Freedom has been overused, as has “set free”. All of the Christian terms that people use without abandon will not be used by me this day. To use them would be to make what God has done in my life one big understatement. Therefore, I’ll do my best to paint a picture for you in another way.

My father, my savior, my hero, my friend, my lover – he has taken me captive by bringing me to this place in my life. He has spoon fed me back to health. Last week brought about revelations from my childhood that transformed me from a lowly street urchin into a saint. This week, a team from Tacoma, Washington came to speak God’s original design for each of us into our lives. Through many prayer times, God showed me such surprising, frightening, intense and wonderful things about his thoughts on my creation that I cannot even begin to tell you for fear of not being believed. I would rather slowly reveal these multiple destinies for my life into the world.

One vision I will describe now, however. It is of a flower, seemingly frail and small. - picture a tulip if you will. Now place it in a deep ocean of snow. Against all odds, this flower blooms underneath the icy conditions and pushes it’s way to the top for fresh air and a chance at true existence. Nothing was able to stop this tulip from attaining its goal of a full life. This is what God has shown me that I am to him. He has made me small, yet resilient. And because of this, He has fashioned me to love the unloved. To heal them and make them whole; to speak truth of the future into their lives. He showed me that I would soon be a bomb of change that is detonated wherever He sets my feet. The call my father has placed on my life is daunting and exhilarating – and I’m up for the challenge.

My Fleshly Eulogy

Mandi Coleman, vain materialist involved with many worldly vices, died recently after a fierce spiritual battle of flesh. Mandi was an active member of Nashville's young social set, contributing nightly to the worldly indulges of glitz and glam. Superficial and always hungry for more and better, society will miss her fashion prophesies and shallow commentaries on Southern vogue. Both genders will never forget her presence in hot spots about town as she self-righteously made herself known after mastering the art of sorrowful disguise in self disgust. 

She is survived by Amanda Brooke, her contemporary. She leaves her physical body and nothing more. Amanda, having become an heir to the King, has no need of any of the former and has sold Mandi's belongings to charity.