My Prayer For 2018

I have often spoken to you,  Abba Father as your son and child but tonight I wish to be a little more formal in order to better convey my wonder and awe and respect Amazing God of Hosts! ! I worship you in spirit as these truths magnify your name::

You alone are the one true God: You are the God and Father of My Lord Jesus Christ: Everything in heaven and on earth and under the earth has it's origin in you: Everything I see is of you: Everything I don't see is also of you: Nothing exists outside of your creative word and all is serving and will serve your glorious loving purposes as the eons unfold: I love you Father: I honour you tonight at the end of 2017 and the beginning of another year. The eons are unfolding and this third Eon, the wicked Eon, is now self destructing and rushing inexorably towards the conclusion long written in the Book:

You are the author and mastermind of this Grace wherein we stand: You are lavishing it out so freely in this present dispensation and packaging it with such servings of peace, lest anyone try to add law or effort to what is already complete. Your ways are marvellous: I feel so tremendously safe in your plans and in your heart: Oh the depths of your wisdom and goodness! My finite mind fails!



Oh mighty Father thank you for those whom who have placed in my life: From Mayo to Ireland and UK and USA and Europe. They are todays Saints in that they have one way or another been extricated from this wicked age: They are also  believers in Christ Jesus as you Father also have opened the eyes of their understanding The glorious light of the gospel of Grace of the risen Christ Jesus is beginning to flood in:  Many of them are suffering temporary  pain and loss and loneliness but they all are all outside the area of jurisdiction of the enemy. Thank you Father for each one of them: You know them by name ...Nothing now or foever can separate them from your love: Lets celebrate God in music and dance:: My joy overflows!

Thank you Father for choosing me and these others long before sin existed: My human mind finds comfort in knowing I was sealed long before sin existed so sin which came afterwards can never penetrate that seal and ruin the spiritual me: Father we have no word in English for that choosing as its not only past tense but as operative today as when it first occurred: I marvel that you have declared in advance where it is all going and that I am destined for the position of a son: the measure of the stature of the fullness of the Christ: Such knowledge is too wonderful for me: It almost frightens me



I and all saints were birthed in your thought life and that conception was so bathed in your unconditional  Love it will ferry us safely over all the dark pitfalls  of hate and violence:

Thank you again Father for what you are revealing and have already revealed: I want now to take all that knowledge and , like Mary, hide it all in my heart . Make me more and more the very image of Jesus in 2018 and beyond .. just as Jesus is the very image of you Father.

Nevertheless, at thy Word .....

Peter was a professional, experienced, seasoned fisherman, and he had worked to the limit (toiled) all night without catching a sprat.. He was famished; He and his partners had already come to shore and cleaned their nets for the day. Bad day at the office: Bad night on the lake! But then Jesus came along followed by a large crowd , asked to use the boat as a podium and spoken such clear fresh anointed words of hope and mercy and authority: Wow! Exciting and enlightening: And then at last it was over and without word of warning he turned to Peter and said:

Launch out into the deep, and let down your nets for a catch (Luke 5:4).

By now Peter was exhausted for he had worked all night. He had already cleaned his nets. How greatly all of Peter’s being must have cried out for him to get home and into bed:! His professional experience must have cried, “No! His weary mind, body, heart – every core part of him must have demanded a compelling, “No!”  After all, what does the son of a carpenter really know about fishing anyway? What would a teacher know about the hard slog of night  fishing? What would his fishing buddies think if he messes up all the gear again!

But God-Faith  stirred inside Peter and his response was ...! Let him speak for himself:

Master, we have toiled all the night, and have taken nothing: nevertheless at Your word (Rhema and not Logos) I will let down the net (Luke 5:5).

The result was equally astounding. This teacher might just be more than Peter had ever imagined: maybe not such a bad day after all apart from a torn net: Who was this guy called Jesus?

And when they had this done, they enclosed a great multitude of fishes: and their net brake. And they beckoned unto their partners, which were in the other ship, that they should come and help them. And they came, and filled both the ships, so that they began to sink (Luke 5:6-7).

Now it's at this point the Sunday sermon normally takes a turn for Alice In Wonderland country:  The preacher looks at the audience and says  something like this:

"Here is a lesson for us. We, too, should believe the words of our Lord over everything else – over our training, our intellect, our experiences, our circumstances, and our feelings. Though the very core of our beings may cry and protest out to the contrary, we can respond, “Nevertheless at Your word …”

All sounds so appropriate and so theological: However it is far from satisfactory:

The believers who are listening today need to know clearly the difference between Logos and Rhema: It's just not fair to translate both with the same English word. People say "Well I had God' Word for it: See it here it is in the bible! I believed that And it didn't work. So I no longer believe in healing or miracles or any of that stuff anymore "  This is sad as at the root of it is a misunderstanding : Of course it didn't work: You had the principle right (Logos) but you didn't have a Rhema!

In a separate article I am going to tackle this issue as the the only thing that will work is when the Logos becomes a living Rhema. Then there are fireworks of healing. revelation and changed lives. When the words of Christ become living words and personal and internal communications it's the prelude to major spiritual advances.  Rhema the Bible calls them and it's the Rhema we live on, in fact we  should be living on every Rhema that is proceeding minute by minute  (Cont, present Matt 4:4) To really understand any of this you must be steeped or baptised or identified with God's Holy Spirit:

Every believer has probably had the experience of waking at 3 am one morning with a conviction of someone in need of urgent prayer: God was speaking to them:  They need to be assured that that was a Rhema.: Or they  heard a whisper in their souls that a family living in the Glen are short $200 for a Christmas meal: The Lord was again speaking his Rhema and how they knew it in the joy that came when they responded to that need. Or they have had a song or idea in mind all day and later at a meeting that very subject is under discussion:  God's Rhema in your heart: Powerful!

And yes sometimes it may be a verse from scripture coming alive and as it were leaping out from the page at them. (BTW no Rhema will run contrary to the written word for God is not a God of confusion: The Logos is the yardstick or the plumb line that every Rhema is held accountable to)
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N.B. Last week I was at a gathering and during the quiet time of expectancy God spoke a strange thing to me: Naturally (being perfect myself) I felt it was for those gathered or He would have spoken outside of the meeting. So I got to my feet and shared what I had heard from God: It was short and precise:

"The door is closed  ...... but it's not locked"

Those were the words I heard
but I was also aware that
the door He was showing
me  opened inwards towards
me: Many were blessed by
this word at the get together
and all seemed well! Seemed?

But later in the week that
word still lingered and it was
then I realised God was speaking
to me and it had not registered!


Only today did the penny drop and I took in the full import of what my Lord was saying to me last week: but why did it take a full week ...? Why was I such an omadhaun (stupid one) as we say in Mayo?

Surely God has chosen the weak and foolish of this world to confound the wise: And when Paul was penning 1 Cor 1:27 he must have had men like  me on his mind: I was wondering did anything like this ever happen to you? You see that door is not locked but pressure against it won't force it open.  I must step back, listen for the still small voice of God's Rhema and invite it in faith to open  as it opens inwards when that Rhema comes: "Not by might nor by power  but by His Spirit""

Some day I may get the courage to tell you the full story and how it all worked out: (V.M.)

Strandhill & Knocknaree

I want to be wrapped in the womb of your Word

Warm in the safest place on earth I know;..

The nearest point on the compass to God.:

His Logos whispering declarations to my spirit

thro His book his world His love

I know no truth exists outside of your daily declarations

cocoon the baby inside me in your loving embrace:

I long to see your face:

{When do you think I'll see your face?}

Deliver me from men who know everything

but feed death into my heart day after weary day

For a start Lord nourish this famished frame 

On the written and revealed manna of Thy Name

Wrap my frail existence in your Love and life

effulging from the heart of the only God and  father 

and as a hen gathers her chicks afresh

Oh lift me high from this foul pigsty of the flesh

I want to snuggle close beside you tonight 

as the wind and glorious waves 

strangle the rocks around Strandhill

being still and knowing I am secure in God

Oh to be finally free and forever united

oh to dissolve into your fragrance [but still be] ..

sheltered under the shadow of those mighty wings

safe for a million eons from everything, 

in a place where Jesus and Word 

are forever entwining and entwined.

Never felt so hungry for your closeness Jesus, my precious Word!

I have everything I ever need tonight, Here

where all arguments cease, 

under the brow of this hill of buried  kings

and the cares of tomorrow shall wait like a lost line from an old song

Knocknaree, hill of kings, I know that's is true

But I'm no longer lured by legend's lore

So let me set the record true ..

To every Caesar I cast all I owe

But as for  Kings

I recognise and serve none ...

But YOU.

Enjoy a listen to this beautiful song Radja ... It's for you!

The Best Is Yet To come

A Funny Thing happened On The Road To Belmullet

I was travelling west .....

to the land of  Erris in Mayo;

driving softly secure and all day to spare

when suddenly all my tomorrows tumbled into the car:

Like wispy smoke transported to another shore!

Lifted to a place I never knew before:

A place between heaven and earth where darkness 

could not turn off the light:

Where sin retreated as I moved above;

and quietness and confidence filled the car with love.

It was extrication on a mammoth scale

as my identity seemed to weave in and out of God's garden

and His essence filled the skies! I was so alive

{Yet longing never to have to live again}

            An Interview With God

Some day I may even write about this rapture in a blog:

Some day I may tell a friend "I was snatched away"

A trial run? You laugh and say  "A pre launch! O.K. O.K."

But I forget I am but clay

and folks no longer listen to a thing I say!

and Joseph never should have shared that dream ...

and languished in the pit as dead

while his brothers took his cloak and spoke to Jacob 'bout his death

but another Joseph shared his dream and fled:

snatched away into Egypt's night.

And all in all it was a dreamy day .....

I drove the 40 miles back home again

hoping for a re run;

and lingering on the way

But no! Not a thing!

After my Thessalonian fling!

I felt a little like Zechariah

left speechless.. without his blackboard

But oh what tales to tell:

                  The Perfect Wisdom Of Our God

On Hearing Of death Of Hugh Heffner (Playboy)

N.B Inspired by Is 6 V 1 where Isaiah got a fresh vision of God after certain hindrances were removed: If even a good King like Uzziah could prove a hindrance think of the wreckage King Heffner has left behind: Be free to use at your discretion  in any way but without changing general message {VM)

 In the year the song ended, that famed playboy died 

And I pondered your legacy, {Hugh}, ..........and I cried

Yes I know the Lord's high and is still lifted up

{But I was parked outside Lidl at Boher Na Sop}

The Shekinah still drenches His Temples of clay

But you trampled those temples and doomed to decay:

My God  spoke not of bunnies all running to seed

Nor compared darling-daughters to rabbits in fields

He spoke Temples and tapestry fearfully woven

Those vessels of honour that Jesus had chosen

Precious vases that cradle tomorrow in wombs

Alive! Yes Anointed! Escaped from sins' tombs

Not vaunting and brazen and slashed on page three

but hidden and humble and glorious and free!

Just consider believers, who clutch I-phones like glue

Your'e a son of the Highest!

You're  not a McHugh  (Gaelic for son of Hugh)