Thy Ruth

ruthhThy Ruth lovest thee when she saw thee

She lovest thy kindred and lovest thy God

She takes thee where she goes and walks in the path thy walketh

She lovest thy field and seeks only to glean in it

She embraces thy statues and seeks only thy law

She craves for thy crave and is loved by thy people

A woman as good as seven men or brothers

Oh thy Ruth, stubborn and unrelenting

A good companion; ever ready to accompany thee in life.

Grandmother of the Pentecostal Movement- Maria Etter

etterMaria (pronounced as if it was spelled Mariah) was born on July 22, 1844 to Samuel Lewis and Matilda Brittain Underwood. Her parents weren’t Christians and therefore she had no religious education until her parents joined the Disciple church in 1854. Her first loss occurred in 1857 when her father went out to the field to work but was carried back to the house with a severe case of sunstroke. Her mother was left with eight children and no support. Her mother and all the children old enough had to work to support the family.

When Maria was thirteen she heard the story of the cross at a Disciples meeting and was converted. Soon after she was converted she heard the voice of God tell her to “go to the highways and hedges and gather the lost sheep”. This was confusing to her as the Disciples did not allow women workers. She thought that perhaps if she married a Christian man they could do missions work together.

A few years later she married her Philo Harris Woodworth. They attempted to farm but it was a failure. She had a son who died at a very young age. Maria then had another boy, Fred, who died, and she herself came close to dying. Georganna (Georgie), the second girl, was seven years old and she also became ill and lingered in terrible pain for several months, before she also died. Three weeks before Georgie died a little girl named Nellie Gertrude (Gertie) was born. However she only lived four months before she also died. Maria herself struggled with poor health and many times thought that she herself would die. There was one remaining boy and girl left to the Etters. Willie, the seven year old boy, became ill and died within a few days. All told within a few years five of the six Etter children had died leaving them in great grief and sorrow. Elizabeth Cornelia (Lizzie), the oldest girl, was the only child left to them.

The entire time she felt that God was calling her to preach to the lost. Finally a way was opened for her to speak at a Friend’s meeting. When she got up to speak she was given a vision of the pit of hell and people not knowing their danger. She cried out for people to follow God and choose to be saved. Although she felt called to continue she did not know how to do that. She thought she would study but she had a vision where Jesus told her souls were perishing and she could not wait to get ready. Day and night she felt the need to call sinners to repentance. She finally started in her local area and began to see many conversions. The power of God would fall and sinners would run to the front in repentance. Eventually she held nine revival meetings and started two churches locally.

Due to the failure of the farm, Maria and her husband decided to start a traveling ministry. Maria preached wherever God called and moved through the Midwest where she gained a great reputation for the power of God coming into her meetings. Not long into her ministry she felt God calling her to pray for the sick. She was resistant to doing so because she feared that it would distract from the evangelistic call. Jesus assured her that if she prayed for the sick more people would be saved. She agreed and began praying for the sick. Her meetings were characterized by great power, healings, visions, and trances. In 1884 she was licensed as an evangelist by the Churches of God Southern Assembly, which had been founded by John Winebrenner. Some of her meetings had over 25,000 attendees. She traveled with a tent and set it up where God gave her opportunity.

1890-1900 were tough years for Maria. The dramatic occurrences in her meetings and life made her ministry highly controversial. She had resistance from both the religious and secular community. She was arrested in Framingham, Massachusetts for claiming to heal people, but was released when many came forward with their testimonies. In St Louis, Missouri she had some of her most dramatic meetings in 1890 and 1891, but local psychiatrists filed charges of insanity against her for claiming that she saw visions of God. In one of Etter’s meetings in 1890 an man named Ericson prophesied that San Francisco and Oakland would be devastated by an earthquake and tidal wave on April 14th. This created quite a stir and the group was given extensive (negative) media coverage. April 14th came and went without the promised destruction. Ericson was institutionalized in a psychiatric ward for his prophesy and the Etter group left town. (It is interesting to note that a major earthquake did occur in San Francisco on April 18, 1906. Etter and many of her supporters felt that they had been vindicated about the 1890 prophesy.) In 1891 Maria divorced her husband for infidelity. He was bitter and threatened to write a critical book about her ministry if she did not pay alimony. He died within a year of the divorce. Maria continued her ministry with friends and associates. Even her own denomination struggled with what was happening in her meetings and she came under considerable pressure to stop. In 1900 she finally bowed to the pressure and gave up her Evangelist’s license in the Southern Eldership of the Church of God. She was on her own.

Maria traveled extensively and met Samuel Etter in 1902 in Arkansas. They married and worked together for next several years. It is clear that Maria knew about the Azusa Street meetings and later talked about her approval of the power of God shown there. In 1912 she and Samuel ministered at a five month long meeting in Dallas, Texas for F. F. Bosworth. This meeting was widely reported in Pentecostal newsletters and her ministry blossomed from that point on. Pentecostals considered that many of the unusual things she’d experienced made Etter a forerunner in the works of the Holy Spirit. She was well known by John G. Lake who called her “Mother Etter” in his sermons. She continued to travel and minister, but Samuel became ill and eventually died in August of 1914. The strain of her husband’s illness and then loss, coupled with a grueling three meeting a day ministry schedule caused Maria to become ill herself with pneumonia in November 1914. At 67 she was feeling herself close to death but God gave her a vision of Himself as the conqueror of death and disease. He showed her she wasn’t done yet. By the end of January 1915 she was back on the road ministering again.

Finally in 1918 God called her to start a church in Indianapolis. She used it as a conference center, and often traveled from there to minister and preach in the mid-west. Her health declined, and she died on September 16, 1924, honored as a woman of God. She is buried in a grave in Indianapolis next to her daughter and son-in-law. Her inscription reads “Thou showest unto thousands lovingkindness.” She was survived by her granddaughter Beulah and husband Earl Clark, who were also Pentecostal ministers.

Names showing up in blue are other people who have biographies on this web site.

Source: http://healingandrevival.com/BioMWEtter.htm

End Racism by Robert M Hensel

We all must bring our robert2
Racism to end.
A message to all, I long to send.
The colors of the world,
All join as one.
For the Lord is our shepherd,
And we as his son.
Christ made all man in the
Likes of him.
So please let us all, “End Racism”.

Racism Is Around Me Everywhere by Francis Duggan

Of human ignorance I am almost in despairfrancis-duggan
For racism is around me everywhere
But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss
Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.

Some people carry their honour in a flag
And of their Nationality they brag
They feel superior and they differentiate
And against those who are different they discriminate.

So many people still judged by their race
For such there never ought to be a place
‘A fair go’ those untruthful words I do recall
There is no such a thing as a ‘fair go for all’.

Though we live in a so called democracy
Of racism we never will be free
They judge you by where you come from and the colour of your skin
For many equality and respect seems impossible to win.

It’s been awhile since the days of Martin Luther King
His name to it has a familiar ring
If against racism he did not choose to strive
Today the great man he would be alive.

So many holding the reins of power not spiritually aware
And racism is around me everywhere
And racism only leads to division and war
Just goes to show how ignorant some are.

 

Francis Duggan: (1946 – Present) I have been penning stuff since 1973 have written up to nine thousand individual pieces which can be seen on various online poetry sites, I was born and raised in Claraghatlea, Millstreet Co Cork Ireland and I have been living in Victoria Australia for the past twenty three years (since 1989)

Swimming Emotions: Vilalio Machippa & Anastasia Ruth

This is what poetry creates regardless of distance…

 

valsWe are like islands in the sea, separated on the surface but connected in the deep.
In the skin-flinching depths of the scrotum-tightening water, we tangle like dolphins.
The abyss cannot be filled with water; my ventricles will continuously pump love.
I’m not averse to expressing my affection.
I’m willing to wet your mind with my fondness.
I wake up to your scintillating eyes and you overlap me with your thighs
I put the mojo in our matrimonial dojo, you’re so fit from the exercise.
You don your suit and leave for work; you don’t demur at my state of being jobless.
I keep up to date with international news and keep the garden fresh.
I call you during all your breaks and lunches, you keep my account with cash.
If you’re coming late I cook and wait for you while reading a book.
Many despise our relationship but our bond is concrete
We’re not a stereotypical marriage, love leads, I’m the man but you provide.

Lately I don’t understand though, maybe I’m a bit slow.
I don’t feel it like I explain it, are these not the blinders?
Why does everyone whisper when I pass by, my friends too!
Why do you come home smelling fresh instead of being sweaty?
I cook a good meal and wait till the candles burn out, are you eating out?
You sleep tired but don’t wake up eager for my mojo no more.
I’ve started looking at the maid funny and she has started acting funny.
Don’t look at me like that, even when you’re here you’re so distant.

I’m going to the pool maybe it’ll help me cool off.
Don’t follow me, if you respect me take a second and cool off.
My mind is convoluted with thoughts, are you someones sport?
These flooding thoughts have made me flappable and need to be calmed.
There’s comfort at the bottom of the pool.
I’ve had enough of riding your wave.
By Vilalio Machippa (@saintvalz)

 

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I must say, i have noticed the whispers too
And i applaud you for saying nothing
I applaud you for talking to me about these things;
I mean- your insecurities
Its not what men do anymore.

Am happy you recognise my fitness
That you adorn me while i dream
But I detest you for thinking i may be someone’s sport
When a times work gets me fatigued
That you forget that being a woman in the cooperate world means attending every event and meetings to stay in the game
That you forget my apologies when i am late
That you forget a day at the gym could mean me freshening up too
Before coming home to your delicacies
That you think after so long, I could replace the memories we share
That you even think its all about you
Or decide that because of your jobless state i could think you less a man
Even if sometimes it crosses my mind.

But come to think of it; if i must,
May be your delicacies could be a thing
You know; a thing any can purchase.
Something that could also make the whisperers know how good your palms are
Something that could also fetch us a bigger account
Think of it.

By the way,
Its best you stay on the couch tonight
To think of all you just said
Especially the part of me being someone’s sport.                                                                                   By Ruth Yacim  (@anastasiaruth)

Job 11:6

god-forgivesIt is written, that one suffers because he has no education of the things he ought to know

And that one suffers because his spirit seeks to do evil against one self;

Derailing the original man with activities that weaken the spirit

Activities which one could do away with

If one be broken by the ancient father,

As one comes in total submission of one’s maker

Who though one thinks of him as a great tyrant

Exacts to no one as he or she may deserve

When they are astray.