April 08, 2008 5:31 AM
Early Saturday morning God gave me a dream - it was about child abuse. As a young child and up into my early teens, I was an abused child. The dream was no stranger to me, but God was showing me the abuse from a different angle. If you watch a child (or children) that are abused, in public they cling to the abusive parent. They get the attention they need from the abusive parent and flatter them in public in hopes of gaining favor; and delaying future abuse. If the abused child gets attention from the non-abusive parent, they pretend to reject it in front of the abusive parent. When I awoke God led me to John 5:12-16, Then they asked him, "Who is the Man who said to you, 'Take up your bed and walk'?" But the one who was healed did not know who it was, for Jesus had withdrawn, a multitude being in that place. Afterward Jesus found him in the temple, and said to him, "See, you have been made well. Sin no more, lest a worse thing come upon you." The man departed and told the Jews that it was Jesus who had made him well. For this reason the Jews persecuted Jesus, and sought to kill Him, because He had done these things on the Sabbath.
The man had been at the Pool of Bethesda for thirty-eight years - for thirty-eight years no man to put him into the pool. The Jews that wanted to know "Who?" had been around and none of them put him into the pool. Jesus came along and healed the man, and told him to walk away with his bedding. The Jews did not see the blessing; abusive parents never see the blessings. God is our non-abusive parent and when God stepped in and gave the man some attention, the man tattled on Him to the abusive parent (the religious leaders - Satan). That is how abused children can be. We want the attention of the abusive parent so much that we turn our backs on the non-abusive parent in an attempt to get love from the abusive one. The non-abusive parent continues to love us and the abusive parent continues to abuse us.
Where is the memory of slipping off to sleep
The distant hum of life, fading, fading, fading
The veil of peace that would have covered the ebb
Have they, the friends of night, stayed from me
Sending in their place the hell that hath no fury
And I with too few years in my eyes to have scorned
From where came the nightmare that lives in this one
What crime was accomplished while sleeping in the womb
Hell is a man trying to gain sense of a child's memories
Flashes of light from the arms that one wanted to hold
Poisonous spears flung from the mouth of a matriarch
All of them recorded but none ever truly understood
Rock this one slowly to sleep and sing a quiet bye
Hold him steadfast and long against your breast
Help him to turn the earth through the darkness
Listen with him for the thing that would go bump
Let him lay open the tender heart at your coming
And for this you will possess as much as remains
Sleep little ones, I swear a day will come
When we will awake and walk upright in the sun
The holes in our souls will close without scars
We will look into the eyes that would not nurture
That wildly turned away so as not to see the flames
Bursting from our hearts, flowing from our eyes
Hell Hath No © 1996 Tim D. Coulter Sr.
Jesus Christ is coming! On that Day we will stand upright in the Son! Jesus is here now in the Holy Spirit – STAND UP!
Tim & Sherry Coulter, founders and
ministers of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
© 2008, Tim D. Coulter Sr.