“The Peanut” [100th Anniversary of UCC]

Allegiance to the peanut, pins us to the coconut;
I know where I’m to go, O Lord, but letting go is tough;
Like fires surround old Sandy Lake, we flee reluctantly,
To save ourselves and families, and thus some future see.

This is the hardest thing, O Lord, I’ve had to do to date;
Like Margaret, friend of Watchman Nee, I ask, “for Goodness’ sake
Pour grace upon me in my hour of stubbornness and shame,
That I might follow You to hell, as You, my Savior, came."

“Stu, that’s Apostle’s task, forthwith, to enter into life,
Across some nasty boundary line, engaging in the strife,
That they can be decoded, missing piece emerge forthwith;
So other workers can go in, deliver Heaven’s Kiss.”

That maybe so, O Father-God, Lord Jesus, Holy Ghost;
But comfort midst this awe-full place has lured me from my post;
I have not followed You, my God, throughout this journey wild,
For lack of skills, awareness, twisted-life since just a child.

“Stu, that’s okay, I use the swill and jetsam in the brine,
To speak into the lives of those who have a desperate time;
The gap between you and the rest is not too great to cross,
So bundle up your chattels, man, and follow Me, ‘The Boss’.”

Okay, O God the Father, present aid through all my life;
Lord Jesus, leader of the troops into some worthy strife;
O Holy Spirit, deeply present in this wild foray;
Please help me to release this peanut, follow You this day.

“Okay, there Stuie-babe, hang on, we’re coming in to land,
On tarmac-black ’midst sea of green, to give folks helping hand;
They’re hungering and thirsting for their second century,
But, just like you, their peanut-grasped is all that they can see.

“If you’d not given up your heaven, your Kingdom-layer for them,
How could you bid them walk with you, these sheep you’re sent to tend?
For tending sheep means movement into fairer pastures green,
Than barren lands they now are in – some place they’d never seen?

“For that is what Apostles do – once boundary-lines are crossed –
They enter life around, as their servants, not their boss;
It’s upside-down and backwards, like untwisting old Sun Tzu;
Reverse of Satan’s ways – which steal and kill – destroying you.

“You’re there to pour My love and life into their wacko ways;
Enriching life through presence there, expressing heart-felt praise;
You’ll leave the rest behind, of course, just tools and weapons bear;
Then draw your sustenance from Satan, ’midst their bleak despair.”

I cannot fathom such a thing – “No going back” I hear;
So how does that fit in, O Lord, as I convey Your care?
“That matters not, there Stuie babe, just enter in My game,
And it will all work out quite well – it’s by no means the ‘same’.”

Okay Holy Spirit thanks for this.

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