The Preacher

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The preacher Has a point to make

He doesn’t have to prove it

Its up to the Holy Ghost , ‘ if the preacher is preaching in spirit and in truth.’

If however he is preaching in presumption, ‘then the preacher has a point to prove, and though he use the whole bible to do it, he can’t do it and wont get it done!’

But he will deceive himself and all those whom have the grave misfortune of hearing His speech!

HR

 

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Establish My Heart By Your Word

I cry, “Lord i’m here”

My God don’t you see me?

I know you are near whenever I call

but my eyes sometimes deceive me.

By faith we believe what our eyes cannot see

if we saw how could it be faith?

Before life began

when the worlds Lord you framed

You said that to see we’d need faith.

Faith rests assured in a heart that is cured from

the wants lusts and lies of this world.

So while i’m still here Lord your word I would hear

establish my faith by your word.

AMEN

 

Hubert Rondeau

 

I can see it now

Write a word a song, a poem long no short and sweet. How can it be that you oh Lord should be the one who loves a man like me.

So oft I walk alone, I go so quiet so all alone, my life oh Lord you know – you know this way.

No form no comeliness, no glory or beauty lives in this earthly frame.

If these walls could speak I’d have someone to talk to then, but Lord I do have a friend in you my life my light my way.

Abiding in  you is all I really need you are the vine of life the only one I really need. No longer let me stray help me remember still each and every day that you are alive in me.

Abiding in the vine the way the truth the life, no enemy can come close my heart is hid in you. Abiding in the vine is all I want to be – so to be renewed Lord abide in me.

The only place I want to be is to be hidden with Christ in you – with Christ in me. I know I’ve lost my way stumbled in the dark, I know I’ve failed to see failed to stay at rest in thee, but I can see it now Lord please rescue me make me free to live again my life I give to thee.

Just hold my hand and walk with me lead me to the end – beginning once again, beginning once again Lord hold on tight to me I have no strength to be anywhere close to you unless you have drawn me….

Hold me close to thee…

Draw me close to thee.

 

Hubert Rondeau

Epic 2017

David shuddered as the night wind blew  shafts darts of cold into his very soul. “Heaven and earth will pass away but my words will never pass away.”  His mind reeled as he thought of the words of Jesus and the prophesies of Matthew 24 and Isaiah 24. Men painting the skies above him vigorously day and night now. The unmarked jest letting out their noxious cargo in grid patterns, spraying silver oxidide, aluminum, barium, strontium, and so many other toxins, diabolical additives to the destructive cocktails so normal by now that few people ever thought anything of it. So the earth would reel and totter like a drunken man. The whole earth had become a kill zone .

David remembered the words of the Lord, and knew that these men and women were those who destroyed the earth and that the Lord would destroy them.

It’s not within man to direct his steps said Jeremiah the prophet, but now David saw men everywhere desiring death but never finding it,wanting to die but death escaping them. Crying out to the rocks to fall on them, and to  hide them from the wrath of God the almighty. The day darkened and the moon turned to blood the sun no longer shinning, and in the brief moments that it did shine it burned the skin that was not covered.  These things were a “new normal” for men did not consider, men would not stop and think, or think to ask “what is happening to our world? Because of the evil of the age the hearts of many will grow cold.

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Hubert Rondeau

There must be a place

 

I stand here at the edge of the road

The cross road…

The edge is the ditch of shame

How can one so zealous for his saviour be in such a place as this…

There must have been a wrong turn a planting of some sort that didn’t grow

And I came alone so I am

I go on but to what point and cause

Go to the North

Will I find one there

Go to the South are there any there who care

What if

Were I to the east where all the harsh storms come

Oh maybe to the west to the setting of the sun

But if I here remain

How ever shall I find life and change

Was I not planted long ago

What uproot now and where to go

Seems a fools foul game unwittingly I played

But still look I and believe

There must be a place

 

 

There Must Be A Place

Hubert Rondeau

 

 

In the morning

I remember the days of old I meditate on all thy doings ….

I lift up my hands to You O Lord…

Psalm 143

1.Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.

And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.

I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.

Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.

10 Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.

11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy name’s sake: for thy righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.

12 And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy Servant.

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John 15:16 King James Version

1Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.

Its May 21\17  I have been off work for a week and a bit, and I am giving thanks to God for this break,

I have struggled with Fibromyalgia for decades now, and it seems like my struggles may include CTE  a brain trauma disease which creates and causes many of the same symptoms which Fibromyalgia causes.

Last night as I sat here thinking some things through I kept having flash backs to my early 20’s when I was hurt in a logging accident, and lived with a concussion for months without anyone knowing, myself included. ( I thought I was insane, and demon possessed.) If you’d be able to see me then you’d be horrified, and slam the computer closed and never think about Hubert Rondeau again.

I had suffered a brain injury… everybody judged me and I fought the demon alone losing every time the battle began again. That wasn’t my first  MTBI  and there was nothing mild about it. Since I have never recovered, and have lived in isolation since.

Isolation because I just don’t function right… right like those of you who can have relationships because you have normal brain function and can relate to others with fluid like functionality. I have never had that. I have always been a loner, not by choice, no, but I have because I don’t fit in anywhere. We may be having a conversation and i’ll miss most of it, its like I am have mini seizures wherein like the spokes on a turning bicycle wheel  my mind or brain is going in and out in and out in and out again as fast as the spokes of the wheel pass by the forks, like the old movies where you saw the frame edges with each shot.

So I was here on my couch these memories coming and making sense of  the past 30 plus years of my life. And I am lonely, and feeling so deserted, I ask God for a place to go, and if I could find a place, a people to join, to be one with in fellowship and love, and when I ask there is a piercing pain in my heart as I realize that I’m not a favored  or desired one in this life.

No i’m weird! I am I know it.

So this morning I got up and felt a tug on m y heart to write but what to write? and I heard this word in my heart, “open your mouth and I will fill it.”

So I sat down with my Laptop and began this post.

If Jesus has Chosen me… He says he has, then loneliness must be my perfect fit, It must be that this is what he wants for my broken life, and maybe that only to keep me from more pain. What a painful thought for a man who so loved the body of Christ that he would do anything for anyone…

It still leaves me in awe and wonder, wondering if there are truly any Christ ones left at all.

 

 

 

 

Jesus Here I am.

You know, you know the wounds and the utter shame and pain in my life, sometimes I feel like I have more in common with the man “Legion” of Gennesaret

When Jesus healed him He wanted only to follow Him, Jesus responded go to your family and show them what God has done for you…   (not trying to quote verses here.)

Jesus you alone are my only hope

I will trust in you

I will have joy

I will glory in your holy name

 

Hubert