This was a few years ago, probably closer to 5/6 years now that I think about it. Anyway, when exactly is not really all that important. As usual, I will need to give you a little background as to what led up to all this so that the story is told in the right Light as it was intended.

There was a period of time in my life where I was unable to go out and stir up work for my paintless dent repair business. Due to legal circumstances out of my control, I found myself with nothing but time on my hands and I thought that this would be perfect for some prayering. By the looks of the spell-check on my computer screen, there is no such word as prayering. But I like the way it sounds and it comes pretty close to describing where I was at that time with my walk with the LORD.

I have spoken in the past that I thought I was doing a pretty good job of this "godly walk" I was having, and since I was doing such a stellar job at this, I believed that the LORD needed to hear me talk. It had become a practice of mine to pace if you will, back and forth, as I would talk to GOD and I had become rather proficient at this. Or so I thought. One afternoon, with no where to go, and no place to be, I thought that some time in the backyard would do me good. As I began to walk around, I realized that I truly did not know what to say or even begin and it seemed that that would be a good place to take off from.

As I stood in the yard, I began to tell GOD, in a very holier-than-thou tone, that I did not know what to do next, but if HE would tell me, I would do exactly that. No matter what it was. The next thing that happened was really weird. Here's why I say that. I started to speak as if GOD was talking to me, through me. Now I am not sure if this has happened to anyone else, but it was happening to me and it took place in a surreal sort of way. As I was going on telling GOD that I did not need to know everything and how I would be satisfied to do just what HE told me to do, out of my mouth came these words, " Kendrick, here is the way you are. You are standing in the spot that you think you are supposed to be standing and you are watching ME. You are looking to see if I am looking and here is the way you really are. Your eyes have spotted a $10 dollar bill across the yard and you are looking to see if I am looking. Now here is the way you are Kendrick. You are looking to see if I am looking and you have decided that you can easily go and get that $10 and get back to the spot you were standing without anything going wrong. Now here is the way you are Kendrick. You go over to the $10 to pick it up, but find that you have fallen into a giant mud hole that SATAN has set as a trap and you are up to your neck in mud. You scramble around and finally get yourself out and then you go back to the spot where you were originally standing, covered with mud, and when you think that I am looking, you smile real big as if nothing has happened. Now here is the way you are Kendrick, you are thinking that I am not looking again, bu this time you are looking around for a stick to get the $10 and not fall back into that mud hole."

"Kendrick, that is why I must leave you right where you are. Because if I don't, you are going to get into real serious trouble. So I MUST leave you where you are standing. I cannot let you move from that spot." The whole time all this was happening, it felt as if I was being moved about the yard, acting out or moving through the words that were coming out of my mouth. I am not sure if you can understand all this, but it was as if someone else was doing the moving and the talking. That is as close as I can describe it. Anyway, I was so elated to have all this happen, I was jumping around the backyard thanking GOD for showing me all this. It was only later, as I related my story to my twin brother in CHRIST, the most excellent Roy Davis, that I found out what had happened. As I told Roy the story, Roy began laughing, and as I progressed onward through the story, his laughter grew and grew to the point that he nearly fell out of the chair he was sitting in. When he did finally catch his breath, he informed me that I had received a Holy spanking. I then told Roy that I was so excited to have heard all the words and to have such a wonderful response from the LORD, that I never felt a thing. I highly recommend a Holy spanking to everyone. It is indeed a righteous moment. 

I have told you all this to bring home a point. Whenever you are feeling so holy and so " I feel a holy pep-rally coming on!", be prepared for GOD to reveal just how far from the TRUTH you can really be. We, as a so-called godly people, are so far removed from the reality of who JESUS really is, that we have failed miserably when it comes to making HIM known through our words and actions being a demonstration of HIM to the world. It is no wonder the world thinks us hypocrites. Look at yourself and you judge you. Not me judge you. You look and see if there is any fruit on YOUR tree as proof that you are indeed HIS. And if you do not like what you see, then you go and get before the LORD and present yourself and ask for HIM to give you a Godly spanking if need be. In John 17, Jesus states that we are the temple of the LORD. That is where HE lives. That is HIS home, HIS residence. It belongs to HIM, not us. When we accepted HIS death and resurrection as our life, we gave up all rights to us. But there are still some of us, just as I was so guilty of being, who are thinking that this is some sort of performance that we are to give.

Do you remember when CHRIST entered the Temple and slowly plaited a cord, a scourge is the word that is used in the telling to describe HIS weapon of choice. GOD painted me a scene of all the money changers and merchants asking each other what in the world was this JESUS guy doing over there in the corner. Was he trying to become a scourge vendor? He had better have more than one scourge to sell to this crowd if he was going to show a profit for the day. Surely there was not room for that product to be sold as well as theirs. And who in the world would use a scourge in a sacrifice performance. What happened next was that HE overturned ALL the tables and money was flying everywhere and the vendors were scrambling over each other to get out of the way of this madman.  Most pastors and preachers would expound on the importance of CHRIST's message to the vendors of sullying HIS temple. I say that HE is telling us that this is exactly what our attitude should be when it comes to us being HIS temple. You clean it up. Use HIS word as your scourge and drive out of HIS temple everything that is not supposed to be there. You must be the one to whip the scourge. You must be the one to decide to clean the temple. Keep your temple as it was designed to be. A place of worship. A place of prayer. A place of rest. A place to be found in and a place of refuge. Go ahead and go before the LORD and have yourself a GODLY spanking. It will refresh your SPIRIT and clean your temple. Go and give your temple a spring cleaning. And be sure and bathe all the mud off of you. 

Amen.

I have read and heard that all scripture was written by men inspired by the Holy Spirit. Until all of these words were given to me, I had no idea what that really meant. I had an image or concept, but no real grasp of the truth behind that saying. I now understand what they mean when they say that. Everything that I have typed into this website has been given to me as such. If only I could say that I am so very wise and astute. I am not. When I begin to tell in words all that has been presented to me, it is as if someone else takes control of the placing of the words and the telling of what has been presented to me. I am no more than a mouth or fingers moving as directed. It is a queer thing to happen and an amazing thing to experience. 

Such are the words that follow and it is hoped that it will move you to ask of GOD the same. It is a poem that I was given and it came together in just a matter of minutes. I think more realistically no more that 10 minutes. I found it incredible as I read the words back to myself, in disbelief as to how it just clicked. Here goes.....

                                                                                       THE BLIND MAN, DEAD

What you see before you is a man who has been changed, from being deaf, dumb and blind and in a constant rage.

Frustration was taking its toll, from morning until night, with no relief, it would seem, from this shadow fight.

Deaf to all the Words of Life landing on these ears, passing in and passing out, retaining none from fear.

None of the seeds could take hold on this stony ground and so my mind was jumbled up, far from being sound.

Dumbness, it would seem, was the order of the day. Constantly desiring to be free, but without words to say.

When you know that you don't know with no reprieve to grasp, panic begins to set in, a form of fear that lasts.

Blindness leads to blindness, a constant state of black, all directions seem the same, none giving slack.

The chains of nothing tighten up, around the throat they hold and cause the eyes to bulge out until the lids, they fold.

Rage, I thought, was justified while venting all my grief. The smoke, leaking here and there, like fall smoldering leaves.

Was I not justified in expressing how I felt? Seeing through eyes of ice, HIS fire was soon to melt.

Frustration with this battle fought would take me to my place, of giving up of trying, a facade without a face.

To crying out and crying tears, of giving up this fight, it was then CHRIST was revealed, HIS mind, HIS ears, HIS sight!

Now I know who HE is and who I am in HIM. All the chains that weighed me down, gave way to Life from sin.

The blind man who once was, is dead and now is no more. Cannot be found anywhere, lost on the ocean floor.

With eyes that see and ears that hear, a mind so wholly sound, because of what my Saviour did, in GOD I'm always found.

I'm in them, they're in me, now this is a fact. Declared by GOD, we do agree, we cannot, shall not, go back.