Plucking The Pure
The tugging and tugging of my stomach was happening because I was ignoring what I was being told.
"Go write it", the Spirit was saying to me.
Here I am, I am now behind this keyboard ready to write what could turn into a very controversial subject.
I don't want to come off like this guy:
He is right.
I have been questioning and questioning. I have watched three people that I could call as close to saints as possible just pass on to Heaven.
"Why are you taking these people that love you and are so pure in heart" I asked God.
As I read the Word and looked at the signs, He answered me. "I am taking those that are purest to me so that they won't have to face what is going to happen on Earth."
Look around you, the Earth is quickly going to hell in a hand-basket. If you deny that, you are only lying to yourself.
I thought again of the pureness of those three:
My wife of almost 30 years went to heaven this last month. Let me tell you a little about Jonda and how we met and married.
I was a very reckless teenager; crime, drugs and rock and roll were my priorities. Jail was the next phase which opened my eyes. I prayed that I would meet a good girl and that I would settle down. Just a week later, I was at my Mom's house and the neighbor asked me to mow his lawn. There were 4-5 girls all on the porch as I mowed. Jonda was the quiet one in the background.
I tried my best to "get in her pants". All, I got was not until I am married. Jonda never smoked. I recall her having maybe 5-6 drinks in our younger years.
Jonda was everything I needed. I felt a love I had never felt in another human. She was my gift from God.
Jonda loved God and Jesus and always wanted to be at church. When her health was bad, she would still try.
She just died at 49 years old.
This beautiful 17 year old girl just met Jesus days after my wife. I have been friends with her dad for years.
Haley was also pure.
She accepted Jesus in her young years and was baptized early on. Always a leader, Haley never let Jesus have a backseat. Jesus was #1 in Haley's life.
Haley had a cancer that is very rare. Up until her last breath, she claimed Jesus and at her funeral, many other teens and some adults accepted Jesus as their personal Savior.
Haley died at 17 years old.
When Jonda and I first visited First Freewill Baptist church in Lebanon, Missouri, the first one to greet us was Marvin. Jonda always talked of Marvin, how he would help her.
At the time we joined the church I was in a battle for Justice for Jonathan. This battle stepped on a lot of "good ole boy" toes and Marvin was friends with many of that crowd. He didn't worry about what others thought. Marvin always would do what he thought God wanted him to do.
The first hug I got from Marvin in the middle of Walmart just blew my mind. I didn't see that coming.
Marvin was and is a very strong man of God and he died just days after Haley..
Marvin died at 73.
I can hear them now. You're just thinking that way because you have faced so much. Deaths always come in 3's, etc...
No, I have been claiming this since my Grandson, Jonathan, was killed.
God is taking the pure, because all crap is going to bust loose here on Earth.
Look at all the babies getting killed. People that should die, don't. People that shouldn't die. do.
No one comes out alive.
You can have a life after death though.
There is only one way--JESUS.
John 3:16 (King James Version)
16For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
It's real simple. Get on your knees right where you are and ask Him in your heart.
Now go tell someone, heck tell everyone. Don't deny Him and He won't deny you.
Yea, at first I was mad at God for taking the ones I love, but now I am happy. None of these 3 deserve to face any persecution, hate, or worse.
There God, I wrote it.
I hope they will listen. I hope and pray they will call on your precious Son.
Thank you Father for blessing me with knowing and loving these Saints of Yours. I await the day I see and hug them all again.
© G.L. Boudonck
© 2010 Greg Boudonck