For the Glory of our God, and to the Glory of my Failure
"My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
It is in the time of "forsaking" that we learn most.
Until the time of failure comes,
we may blind ourselves to think we are somewhat
of a "success".
Whatever that is.
When we glorify God,
we say that He and She is All Success,
and we blind ourselves to what we think
is our success.
For there is no success,
without the success
and the succor
of knowing God.
Have we an income?
God has more, the income of our hearts.
Popularity?
God has all.
Worship trumps popularity,
and popularity is fleeting,
as is success.
When Yeshua was laid upon the wood,
Was the cry to "My God, My God..."
a moment of doubt for him?
Was the one who brought us the new covenant of belief
unbelieving?
Unbelievable.
No, the cross laden one
was in a disturbance,
as humans are wont sometimes.
He could handle the pain, the jeers
But for the first time in his life,
he did not feel that sweetest presence of God
which he earned more greatly for us by his "failure",
which was actually the greatest success
for the world
that the world has ever seen.
He cried, My God,
because he felt alone from God,
for the first time
and this he was not equipped
completely to handle.
He died of aloneness.
For the first time in his life,
he had to consider
that perhaps he had not pleased his God
quite fully enough,
and that perhaps this was the reason
for his seeming
estrangement from God.
Just as sometimes we must need to consider the same.
Perhaps, he thought
that praying in the Garden
that God would let his cup
of suffering pass...
was a prayer gone amiss.
This is why he prayed
My God, My God,
WHY hast thou forsaken me...
He was praying
was there something which I have done
to displease?
After giving all to God that he could give,
he did not say "my heart has given all,
I can give no more..."
as I would pray.
No he prayed,
not thinking of all he had given,
and wondering
if he should have given more.
Human pains he had seen
from above
for times and many seasons,
and he was acquainted with our human suffering,
and could bear the load.
But even he needed to learn
of the anguish we all face at times
the anguish of seeming to have been forsaken
by God.
To know and taste fully
what we often have to taste.
I have learned one thing my brothers.
I have learned one thing my sisters.
It is that failure
brings us to God more than any other
creed,
method,
doctrine,
form of prayer,
fastings or givings,
works of "righteousness"
or even preaching
in a pulpit.
Failure is my method
to know God.
Not that that is what I seek,
the failure...
no, this is not humanly possible.
But failure is given
to help me know that
none of my beliefs,
or spiritual ways of doing things,
efforts, efforts, efforts
count for all that much with God,
but that just the turning to Him
is what counts,
turning, turning, turning.
There was one who died
who preached from the pulpit
on television.
And she preached that God
would take us through all our trials,
as we turn,
to God.
But she had known only success
for such a long time,
that when failure came,
she said,
"I never dreamed I would have to
follow my own teachings..."
Wouldn't it make
for a wiser, godlier people
if we always had to follow
what we believed in?
Instead of never having the opportunity?
Failure my sons,
failure my daughters,
mothers and fathers
I commend to you
as my friend
for I have been kissed by it.
And I have kissed it,
as I kiss you.
You are kissed Daisy,
needing encouragement.
You are kissed Mike, Gloria and the rest.
Being in the rest
of she who is God's Berit.
In my failure
is my bliss
the crushing
of an ego
gone atwist.
Some worship a Trinity,
I worship one more,
at the feet of failure
I do lie,
so that when you fail
I do not look down
but rather up
to you,
for God shows you something
which He and She
shows me not
at this time.
I present to you
myself.
I introduce you
to myself.
My name is Failure,
and in this is the Glory of God.
This is the gospel
of which I preach
That I have failed
and in failing
I have found the success
of knowing God.
God Bless the Namaste in us All.


Oh, Mark. Great poem. Nice
Oh, Mark. Great poem. Nice to be included in it too! Oh, it's not your poem -- it's Failure's!
I believe God said there is no failure. It's all a thought in our minds.
With love and blessings,
Gloria
Oh Gloria, are you going to
Oh Gloria, are you going to force me to comment on my poem? When failure is seen as success, it is no longer failure! Hah, so perhaps all along it is you for whom my comments were written! :big See now, in a poem about failure I wonder if I have failed to give the words which would make understanding clearer. The irony and the failure of it all is delicious!
Thanksgiving to you, I can celebrate it everyday. Love markw
dude, mark man, you're the
dude, mark man, you're the absolute bomb...not the wrecking kind but KIND, beckoning us dig a little deeper into the recesses of our minds...though ur not one easily taken to pride, for humility is the goal of your days, nonetheless u r truly great...for me, the thing about Yeshua that goes unnoticed in general...though generalizations are usually not good per se...anyway...what i love so and respect was the time "spent" w God, w Himself, correspondingly w all...the discipleship...the discipline, the outrageousness to live the moment in it's fullest, to be spontaneous...and the joy that often goes amiss when many are busy focusing on the trials of his trip instead of how He constantly went to and came from within...it's amazing to me, though this is no way to justify man hurting man, his dominion over pain...as a realized spiritual being, like many masters of before and to this day, he transcended physical-emotional pain through the Way...he resurrected Before he came to that cross...his reading of certain verse in the same was more to fulfill scripture for those observing than to reveal his lack of faith...for though, like in the garden, he may have felt alone and unsure...he then meditated upon His Light Secure and then where is pain? he saw and felt the pain of others and would love oh so to take it away but this would go against natural law...so he in freedom saw all in their Awe...i just love Yeshua SO!...but he would have me love me as MUCH...and everyone "else" equally So...and this has me love Him even more...blessings Mark the Man...michael
and in no way is any of this going against anything ur poem said...for it follows your flow...just speaking of Jeshua which brings me untold delight...mike
p.s.-like so many on this spiritual path...i was alive in His life as a child in need of healing and his brightest blue eyes merged with mine and it was SO! blessing be unto the Lord/Lordess as it were...again, if * "Each moment is new and fresh and clear and has attached to it nothing whatsoever, except for the freedom/love that we Have and Are as the Child of God" then each moment is a birth unto a death and as long as we hold to the old we are living partially or alot of our "past life"...suprise, suprise how i managed to throw this part in:)
*as taken from A Journey Beyond Words
Hi mike...you know, this is
Hi mike...you know, this is the 1st poem that was really, really me. I mean, do I really want to be in a wheelchair, to experience the benefits of that, like I wrote in another poem? Truly, this way of thinking is beyond and above me.
Paul wrote "I count all my righteousness as filthy rags...". I think I finally understand. He counted all of his efforts for God as confetti. It was not his abilities he gloried in, it was his trials, even his injuries, his weaknesses, even his occasional missings of the goal of holiness he had set for himself. "I have the marks of Christ upon me...", referring to some physical imperfection, probably gained after conversion. He was in awe of his imperfections, but even more in awe of God. He loved his fallen condition in a goldly way! Crazy!
It is strange but I have found myself to be set in a body which I have long given up on to obey the highest callings of God, the body drives me to do things which are less than glorious, and yet I am so blessed to be in this form BECAUSE it can not be perfect, or even perfected. I revel in the weaknesses of my body to obey God completely, because I know that it is only through this that I can know the glory of God in a way angels can not. Knowing that God can just laugh at my sins...of course they are not done purposefully, but knowing that God is just up there going, OK angels, how can we weave all of this guys shortcomings into a beautiful tapestry and poem?
It is amazing to me but I think it is just possible that I have not sinned enough. Because every time I miss the mark, there is this part of me that says, oh I'm not really like that! I'm not like other people who do the same, only maybe they do it in a more public way. I want to deny this wonderful, less than perfect condition in which I find myself. And I think God wants me to keep on missing the mark until I finally realize that I am really, really am like all those other people who miss the mark, only they do it in a more public way, it's just a matter of degrees. God wants me to completely understand that I really am who I am.
I am that I am. It may not be much...but I AM THAT I AM.
There is a part of me that wonders if Gloria (see her comment above) wrote the heavenletter today, since it concerns failure and all, because she didn't quite realize that I am saying exactly the same thing about failure that she is, only in a different way. I wonder if she didn't understand...And yet I am so happy to be misunderstood, if that is what is happening. Of course it is better for her to understand, yet it is better for me to know how to love being misunderstood.
To the glory of my fallen condition
To the glory of my weaknesses,
shortcomings, imperfections,
and disappointments to come.
I love all of it!
Glory to God who loves my imperfections,
Who uses them to make me a little less imperfect.
Glory to God in the highest
There is glory in mark when mark is at his lowest. markw