Zac Poonen

How then shall they call on him in whom they have not believed?
and how shall they believe in him whom they have not heard?
and how shall they hear without a preacher?
and how shall they preach, except they be sent?
even as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that bring glad tidings of good things!
Romans 10:14 - 15

In that day, when we all stand before Him, I shall recall the day when I was acquainted with a man. A man whose words extended beyond the comfortable hum of many a preacher. Among the rows of golden vessels empty, a lone earthen vessel brimming over. All things in love done, the point sometimes blurred to my eyes; but a gift is he. Close, yet distant. Simple, yet sharp. Valued, yet humble. For I have seen in him, the striving for perfection. "Follow me, as I follow Christ," he says. Not many akin to him, alas. Will what I witness, stir me on? Or shall I deny what I beheld on that day, when the things hidden shall be seen, the purposes of the heart disclosed? I shall not, and not be able to.
For I am among the several, who breathed in this sweet aroma of Christ to God. And as he walks, his life I thank God for, and he I call 'The Man With Beautiful Feet'.

This write is dedicated to my dear, brother Zac Poonen . Thank you for the example you are.

Poem of Love for Anna Robson

Saturday, August 13, 2005, 09:30 am
Poem of Love

Free as the pirouette of the little girl on Christmas Eve,
Deeper than the lines on my grandfather’s face,
Higher than the tip of the eagle’s wing in flight,
Faster than the blink of a stranger’s eye,
Louder than the realization of rejection,
Darker than the corner of a lunar crater,
Stranger than the most awesome coincidence,
Quieter than the drop of a feather from above,
Hotter than a walk through the burning of the desert,
Gentler than the touch of a little baby’s hand,
Mistier than the look in a forlorn lover’s eyes,
Harder than the heart that will not yield,
Bolder than the fool who does not know,
Farther than the faintest star,
Simpler than the straightest line,
Is the love we will share…

Copyright © 2005 Keith Browne.

This was written on a Saturday morning in 2005, and it was written for my wife-to-be, even though I did not know her! (thereby explains the last line). Praise Jesus for answering my prayer, when I asked Him for her.
"What no one ever saw or heard, what no one ever thought could happen, is the very thing God prepared for those who love him." - 1Corinthians 2:9

The New Suit

Rom 9:16 So then it is not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth, but of God that hath mercy.

Unable to stand, down for the count, being sucked in to the mire I cried out to Him. He saw me, sinking, my mouth filling up with the crud, the stench overpowering like a drug. There I feel His grasp and its warm and He yanks me out. Now I stand and He has this spotlessly clean suit and here I am, how do I even hug Him to thank Him, I’ll get Him all dirty!

But… but… why is He embracing me? Can’t He see that I have become one with the grease and filth and there’s vermin crawling out my ears? But He doesn’t make me feel rotten.

He says, “Come now, and let us reason together”. I say to myself “’Reason together?’ I’m filthy! I know this suit of mine can never be as clean”.

And He washes me of my muck, great globs of dirt dropping off and here I am now, spotless! And then He fits me in with His own suit!

He tells me “There! That looks better, than what you had on earlier.” And He smiles and turns to walk away. I reach out and He turns around. Did He know I was going to say “thank you”? And I say it.

And He tells me "Keep watch! I come unannounced, like a thief. You're blessed if, awake and dressed, you're ready for me. Too bad if you're found running through the streets, naked and ashamed."

Nope. I’m going to keep this suit on. I’ll be ready.