Divine Address requested

Letter to my Angel,

I wonder about how I should react in certain situations and find my self looking backward to find an example or lesson that may give light to the present situation. My current situation is that I am injured and praying for healing and humbly accepting things that are coming to help me, for all things can be seen in that way with proper vision. So the fact that I have been in ill health over the last several months of body and experienced a taxing upon my mind; I find security now comes from acceptance to achieve and hold a state of peace. Living in the now is allowing the healing to come whether it is by hand or heart for it is my job to be as well as possible. I would think that cancer survivors, patients, or wounded soldiers would well understand what I just said. “To have unshakable faith is a powerful ally” in the holy way. I look back now after your last correspondence and think what does it mean and how should I take it?

   Several years ago I was doing a short four day sanction from my probation officer when I lived in Florence Oregon. In the Municipal center the internal cell structure is bleak and void of communication, recreation, and even a view outside. The only time of day is measured by the three meals or day and night which filter through clouded glass far above your head. Four days in this vacuum is like being in a segregation cell. On the way into this cell I stopped at the table and quickly grabbed two handfuls of books from this table where a short supply lay for those incarcerated who numbered a few at most. Out of the eight books I chose three of them left there mark upon me. Two of them were about prisons and the central characters existence within their struggle one was a young Catholic lady from Norway who traveled along a line up of prisons each one getting more and more destitute until finally landing at Auschwitz. In the beginning of her journey she was allowed guests home food and pleasantries far exceeding my situation and I listened with yearning of the lax conditions and could almost taste the sugar cookies she was eating all nestled with chair, quilt, and candle. I read on and soon found myself hasty in my ascertaining of her plight, and quickly gave in in mournful pose to her dilemma. She lived, barely. The next book had me engaging in a tour, of one day in the life of an eastern Siberian prison worker. Our “Man” in the tale spends all trick and favor to wriggle and wrangle situations often incurring insult and danger for his next step, while maintaining his work to the satisfaction of his overlords, and upon the end of the day he is a well fed person who has an extra potato and a scrap of bread. This story left me thankful for the TV dinners and the sandwiches that I survived off of on my four day holiday. The next book had its deepest impact for it spoke about a simple man of god and a community that I am invested in, and a part of. The book was the “Cross and the Switchblade”. In it David Wilkerson begins a campaign to help inner city youth with a couple of sandwiches, money for a hotel, and his car which he drives several hundred miles from a small one parish town in rural Pennsylvania to the Barrios and Ghettos of New York City. His charge is the gangs, the lost youth, the addicts and the girls lost in the shuffle. The book continues on involving him in a life long process of creating a place of merit and of gods love in the heart of suffering. As I read on I find his stories about last second financial hurdles and instant cash where he needed it dubious after it kept happening. I don’t like my leg pulled if I’m reading a story. I continue. I would like to say at this point, I have no idea of the fact I am reading a non-fiction book. I had one of those moments when you’re reading the back page giving extra information about the story and have a little epiphany followed by chills and my hair standing on end. The information told me this was a true story. I have had the opportunity and blessing to witness to several instances where a divine power has made its self apparent over the last eleven years and each one leaves me amazed and has profoundly changed me. I was released, yet the message and lesson never left me, from those four days, seven years ago. I now am not doubtful about the ability of blessings, praying for what is needed, or the hand of Gods or his saints in the community to give reprieve or help when needed. David Wilkerson was commemorated upon his death April 28, 2011 just a short time ago. I caught part of the show on television. Wilkerson’s Teenage Challenge and World Challenge are now in several of the largest urban areas around America and have been helping the lost and suffering children since he started the program. In that way of hope and faith that is represent in the David Wilkerson’s story; I know, I will find the ability to become healed.

Thor