Is this a scene from a film production at Warner Brothers? If not… where are CNN, HLN and Fox News to give us sense to what is happening? Where are those intrusive investigator reporters when you need them?
Rushing to the accident scene; policemen and medical clinicians from the north, south, east and west were shocked at what they found…young and old bodies strewn all over the road and fields nearby. Arms, legs, ankles, necks, and oh my God…what are those? Hearts, brains, liver, kidneys…and lungs! What is going on? These are organs necessary to sustain life! “Oh my God…help! Please don’t let all these people die! Please send your help; send angels, send your power to bring help and deliverance now, in Jesus Name”.
Who do these bones and body parts belong to? Oh my God, some of them look like young babies. Wait a minute, that’s a teen-ager over there? What did I just step on…the hand of a small infant? Oh Lord, help for I have seen nothing like this before. Infants, young adolescents, maturing teen-agers, young adults and even some old faces, bones, limbs, eyes, ears and noses…so many, so many. Yet I don’t see a large bus. I don’t see a plane that has crashed? Who are these people? Who do these children, these beautiful but crushed children-who do they belong to? Why so many teen-agers…oh my God. Look there is a hand holding a marijuana stick and over there someone else was drinking beer and whiskey…Why, Who, What is going on? They look so familiar. Like I know them. Like I have seen them on Television or heard them on the Radio. Lord have mercy…they look like, no…it can’t be. They look like pastors and preachers kids. Oh my God, what happened? They had such bright futures and after all they live with Godly, Anointed, Appointed, ‘Blessed and Highly Favored Parents’…or do they?
I have never been so compelled to accept this assignment…ministry to the PK’s of the Kingdom through-out the world. For it was not so long ago, that I myself (a PK) was lying in the middle of the street trying to cope with molestation, depression and anxiety, wanting so badly to be “perfectly perfect in my imperfections” so Daddy and Mama would love me more than they love “those other people”. So that the saints at the church would stop hurting me with their lies, back-biting, jealously, bitterness…! Did I say jealousy? Wow if they only knew the real definition of someone jealous of the fun they think I am having.
Yes, my daddy is the pastor. Yes, my daddy is the bishop. Yes, my mom is the First Lady. We have a larger car…not because of greed or lust, but because we have a larger family. Why, there are thirteen kids in our immediate family plus all of you in the church that want to be a part of our family that keep showing up Sunday after Sunday; at our home long after the worship services are over. Sunday…you know that day we preacher’s kids hope to have some time with mama and daddy uninterrupted..and here all of you come to eat, to play, to break our toys and then talk about us when you leave us.
If our family was so “all that”…why did I walk up to the balcony of my daddy’s new church when I was just twelve years old and attempt suicide by jumping to my death? If we were having so much fun, why did I study so hard trying to get straight A’s for approval, acceptance and acknowledgement. Wow, I thought mama and daddy ignored and rejected my attempts for attention…what I didn’t realize was they were just two people trying to touch each other, touch their thirteen children and touch the masses of “sheep assigned them in God’s Kingdom” and all in a day but they were only two people…! Too many people for only two people.
Wow…I have heard it said that anger, bitterness, hatred, stress and anxiety can “deposit cancer into one’s body”. Hmmm, was that why I encountered cancer at the young age of 24 years? And yet…with all of the pain and silent suffering (and sometimes not so silent) my behavior screamed, “help me”. My sassy, smart mouth pleaded, “help me”. And yes, we had good times, we had wonderful holidays, great family reunions…even my clothes were more than adequate; just not always current with fashion. I didn’t get sick a lot…and it wouldn’t have mattered if I did, for my daddy and mama prayed and God healed! But as good as I had it, the crashes in my life as a preacher’s kid almost took me out. If I almost died living…what about the other preacher’s kids that did die living?
Every time a Preacher’s Kid has to share their parents with so many others when needing them ourselves the most, a part of us dies. Every time a Preacher’s Kid (whether 6 or 60) tries to get over church hurt-you know mean deacons and ushers, jealous secretaries and administrators, over-looked when talented and gifted, a part of us dies! Every time I need to tell my parents something and not be judged by them, my pastors; a part of me dies! Every time my parents and their congregants are so busy often over-looking my needs and concerns that I have to make an appointment to see my own parents…a part of me dies!!! Every time my dad (especially my dad) makes dumb decisions; you know private decisions that have public consequences; a part of me dies! Every time we must abruptly move and relocate home and school because Daddy got a bigger church; a part of me dies! I am dying, I am bleeding, I am broken, I am gasping for air (life), I am lost…I am in the dark, alone, scared and frightened. I am drinking, I am smoking.
I HAVE DIED and no one is even planning my funeral. My parents, friends and saints are too busy to notice I DIED!
Is there hope for the hundreds…I dare say thousands of wounded, fatally wounded Preacher’s Kids. Does God see? Yes! Does God care? Yes! What can God do about it?
Was it thousands or just hundred years ago in the 37th Chapter of Ezekiel that the prophet testified (verses 1 thru 12, Message Bible) and perhaps was speaking right to the hearts and lives of Preacher’s Kids today laying in the cold of the winter, waiting or laying in the heat of the summer, waiting…
What did Prophet Ezekiel say,
“God grabbed me. God’s Spirit took me up and sat me down in the middle of an open plain strewn with bones. (2) He led me around and among them – a lot of bones! There were bones all over the plain-dry bones, bleached by the sun. (3) He said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” I said, “Master God, only you know that”. (4) He said to me, “Prophesy over these bones: ‘Dry bones, listen to the Message of God!”. (5) God, the Master, told the dry bones, “Watch this: I’m bringing the breath of life to you and you’ll come to life. (6) I’ll attach sinews to you, put meat on your bones, cover you with skin, and breathe life into you. You’ll come alive and you’ll realize that I am God!” (7) I prophesied just as I’d been commanded. As I prophesied, there was a sound and, oh, rustling! The bones moved and came together, bone to bone. (8) I kept watching. Sinews formed, then muscles on he bones, then skin stretched over them. But they had no breath in them. (9) He said to me, “Prophesy to the breath. Prophesy, son of man. Tell the breath, ‘God, the Master, says, Come from the four winds. Come, breath. Breathe on these slain bodies. Breathe life!” (10) So I prophesied, just as he commanded me. The breath entered them and they came alive! They stood up on their feet, a huge army. (11) Then God said to me, “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Listen to what they’re saying: ‘Our bones are dried up, our hope is gone, there’s nothing left of us. (12)There, prophesy. Tell them, ‘God, the MASTER, says: I’ll dig up your graves and bring you out alive- my people! Then I’ll take you straight to the land of Israel.”
Today, I speak prophetically to every boy and girl, every young adult, every aging Preacher Kids that have been laying in the fields and streets of life, waiting for rescue and recovery. Just as the Prophet Ezekiel was anointed to prophesy over the dead, dry bones hundreds of years ago and cause the breath of God that was suspended somewhere between their brains and lungs…to come back and restore life…today, I look at those of you hurting, aching, angry, bitter and command the breath of God to return to your lungs (spiritual and natural) and cause you to live again. I speak that the broken pieces of your life will be put back together again as the spirit and power of the living God gently and sometimes abruptly shakes you and causes you to breathe again.
I know you’ve been so hurt that you said in your heart “forget it”. But God says “he can never forget you…that you are a part of his finger print”. That’s how close we are to him. Right now…lift your eyes and see the loving, caring, gentle Jesus beckoning you to arise from your graves of defeat (high school and college drop outs), pregnant teen-agers, addicted to drugs, alcohol and sex…get up today and run back into life with Jesus. You are his Love Child. He forever loves you. He forever wants you. He forever will rescue you again and again…starting today!
I prophesy new life, new visions, new victories (God doesn’t want you to become a victim or volunteer, he has made you a over-coming victor)…arise, Get up. Get back into life. Stretch your muscles. Exercise your gifts in life. Run your race…wait a minute, “throw your head up high, for by faith you just crossed the finishing line…and you crossed it first as The Winner!
How do I do this, Wanda…for so long many of your memories of the painful past were blocked out. It was a gift from God…called amnesia. Amnesia handles all of the pain and sorrows of our past when those pains and sorrow become to difficult for us to handle them ourselves. But even more so, God has provided something that will free you forever from your past. And you must get free because the greatest enemy of the new is the old. The greatest enemy, PK of your destiny is your history. How do you push past the past and the history of your life and walk in the new destiny? You Remember to Forget…huh, how do I do that? Isaiah 43:18,19 declares, “Forget about what’s happened; don’t keep going over old history. Be alert, be present. I’m about to do something brand new”. (Message Bible) The King James Versions shares, “Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing: now it shall spring forth.”
As soon as you do your part (forget the past, quit rehearsing the past), God does his part. He brings you into something brand new! He does it…your Creator and Savior begins re-writing the chapters of your life. So you must learn the power of forgiving:
- Forgive because God says to forgive and empowers us to forgive through him.
- Forgive even when those that have hurt you, don’t ask you to forgive them. Know that God forgave you on Calvary before you asked him.
- Forgive because if you do not forgive those that have harmed you, God is not obligated to forgive you when you harm him (remember the Lord Prayer, “forgive my debts as I forgive my debtors)
- Forgive because un-forgiveness is a gateway to major health problems; cancer, diabetes, high blood pressure…on and on
- Forgive because un-forgiveness ages you and makes you look old!
The list goes on and on…but often a question is asked, why is forgiving so difficult? It is difficult because we are trying to forgive the sins people have committed against us..instead of just forgiving the person for doing the sin and letting God handle the sin. You see the word declares, “Only God can forgive sins”.
Stop playing God and just do your part…forgive people and let God forgive the sins of the people. After you do that…turn wholeheartedly back to the Lord Jesus and allow him to be your Lord and Savior once again.
There is a powerful quarterly devotional titled, “THE WORD FOR YOU TODAY”. At the close of every devotional booklet, this publication gives Three Reasons Why You Need Jesus. Let me share them with you now, Because you have a past. You can’t go back, but He can. The Bible says, “Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today and for ever”. He can walk into those places of sin and failure, wipe the slate clean, and give you a new beginning. Because You Need A Friend. Jesus knows the worst about you, het He believes the best. Why? Because He sees you not as you are, but as you will be when He gets through with you. What a Friend? Because He Holds the Future. Who else are you going to trust? In His hands you are safe and secure-today, tomorrow, and for all eternity. His Word says, “For I know the plans I have for you…plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. In those days when you pray, I will listen.” (Jeremiah 29:11-12 TLB).
PK’s (young or old), I am so honored to have had this time with you. I only regret I am not sitting in room with you right now. I want to encourage that God will cause “all things to work for the good…” even the bad horrible things of your past. Now an adult, I look back over my life and thank God for every ugly, horrible circumstance because although the “devil meant for evil, God turned all of those things for good”. I can speak directly into your heart, because I am one of you. I have walked where you are walking. I have lived where you are living. I promise you that your tomorrow is better. The mess of my life – yesteryears, prepared me for my today and tomorrow. My mess has become my message. The word ‘message’ is a compound composed of “mess” and “age”. “Mess” represents the issues, the problems, the junk of our lives. The other word “Age” is another word for Time. That means in time, your mess becomes your message and will allow you to help others. You know those that when you meet them you see in their eyes what you use to see in your mirror.
PK’s hurry up and be healed. There are so many others waiting for your loving words and touches. Go on…you can do it! I send you big hugs and prayers for your best. I love you dearly… “Just Wanda”