***Marjorie J. Long***

Unity=Strength=Change

Posted on November 15th, 2007 by admin.
Categories: Uncategorized.

Pondering lately on the potential of the church.  The untapped potential of the church.

Where else do you have large numbers of people coming together in the name of the great servant leader?  Where else can you find people gathering in a non-profit facility because they fell in love?  Where else can you find people that work hard to create a place that offers people music, a well-thought out message, coffee, hospitality and free child care?  I can’t think of many places…

In the summer night fire-flies dance to and fro, here and there carrying their speck of light.  Sometimes we notice them, and other times we do not.

People of God.  We must unite.  Unity creates a light that can not be hidden, that cannot be overlooked.  And with unity a power is at hand that can change the world.  Let us look up from our little lives and little goals onto the big picture.  Lets look like the church.  Like the body of Christ.  Like Jesus is really still alive and active.

Look for opportunity and give yourself to it.  Find a need and pour love on it like it was what you were made to do.  Our brothers and sisters across the sea are fading away from hunger and preventable diesease as we spend exuberant amounts of money on entertainment and high priced dining.   Will you ignore this like I have for so long?  Or will you step up to your responsibility as an American?  Let’s do it together.  Lets shine.

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Life Aflame

Posted on October 14th, 2007 by admin.
Categories: thoughts.

Make it beautiful and sweet
Something solid and constant
Enjoyable and growing
free from fret and nonsense

But why do I feel it’s paper thin?
That there’s something huge missin?

Give me an 8-5
a house with love inside
Family, a job and friends,
People on which to depend

But why do I feel it’s paper thin?
That there’s something huge missin’?

I’ve tasted the other side
And I’m wrecked cuz I’ve tried…
What satisfies

Let me go where you are
My life my offering
Lord the fullness of our call
Completes my destiny

Take the pattern of this Earth
That laces my mind with dirt
And let me burn bright for You
A bearer of the truth

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Where are the burning hearts in the body of Christ?
As Americans… how do we keep our hearts Aflame?!

Romans 1:16
“I am proud of the Good News. because it is the power God uses to save everyone who believes…”
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These questions aren’t hypothetical… let’s talk~!

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off to Bucharest

Posted on October 7th, 2007 by admin.
Categories: Romania.

Today, Sunday October 7th, my roomate and I will be traveling by train to Bucharest with 8 year old Stefan, shown in a prior post.  We will arrive early tomorrow morning and take him to the hospital for his surgery.  Then some friends from Bucharest will stay with him and we will leave tomorrow night and make it back to TM Tuesday morning.

Please pray for our safety and the 800 euros Stefan needs for his surgery that we don’t have yet!   But God does (:

Much love and peace to you!
May you dwell in His presence this week, and be a carrier of His  awesome glory!

Marjie

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Paradigm Shift

Posted on October 2nd, 2007 by admin.
Categories: thoughts.

I just closed the cover of the book ALWAYS ENOUGH and I feel the very DNA in me standing up and claiming the identity Christ has given us who believe. I highly reccommend this book because its message is very simple - Jesus. It doesn’t swim in the confusing waters of disputed stances on theology or approaches to ministry. It takes the raw sermon on the mount and puts it into powerful action. If you dare to be challenged and made aware of the realities of life in the 3rd world I suspect that you too will have a paradigm shift. For what makes this book so good is nothing besides the amazing life that Christ has called all of us to put in action.  And “this call is for all of our lives.” -p.178

Heid and Rolland Baker are missionaries in Mozambique. They’ve planted over 5000 churches and see countless miracles including the raising of the dead. They are currently feeding thousands of orphans every day! As many of you know, my dad just returned from Mozambique and worked with another lady who also worked with Heidi. This is reality folks! (there’s even mention of our friend Marc Dupont)

If you have some time take a look at this rather lengthy excerpt I’m chewing on:

p.176
“He’s looking for union, not occasional worship, so that our natures are transformed. We must walk in His nature, and we must die daily.

Some people say, “Just get a grip. We’ve already done that.” But it’s a daily thing, a continual laying down. All fruitfulness flows from intimacy. There’s no other place to get it. To the degree that we are united with the heart of Jesus, God will bring fruit in our lives. To the degree that you are in love with Him, you will be fruitful.

I (Heidi) don’t know anything else. I’m so desperate to stay in this place of abandonment. From this place nothing is impossible. I only have one message –passion and compassion. We’re passionate lovers of God, so that we become absolutely nothing. His love fills us. When it’s time to stand up, God stands up with us. We focus on His face, never on our ministry, anointing or numbers.

All I want to do is lvoe God and care for His people. I find them in the garbage, under trees, dying of AIDS. I’m just really simple. Jesus said, “Just look into My eyes, ” and everything completely changed. His eyes are filled with love and passion and compassion. jesus always stops for the dying man, the dying woman and the dying child. That’s all I know, passion and compassion. He calls me to love every single person I see every single day.

There are so many tired Christians and burned-out ministers. Go, go, work, work, rah, rah. Why? We don’t bear much fruit running around like that. But when you’re filled with His passion, fruit happens.

Just focus on His face. You will only make it to the end if you can focus on His face. Focus on His beautiful face. You can’t feed the poor, you can’t go to the street, you can’t see anything happen unless you see His face. One glance of His eyes, and we have all it takes to lie down. We’re not afraid to die.

We give our offerings, but our offering is going to have to be us. We have to say, “Go ahead. Take me. Take everything.” The deal is, you have to see His face. You have to be completely wrecked by His love so that you will hilariously give your life away. You start to love the people you didn’t think you could ever love, even the mean ones. But you have to see His face.

Since that time when I saw His face, a nation is coming to Jesus. We have to see Him in His glory, mercy, beauty and love. And then we need to see Him in the poor, in the least of these.

But we can’t make revival happen. I know about all that forty-day fasting stuff. I used to do it so I could pray in revival. Now I do it just so I can be hungry for God. I do it so I can be poorer and desperately hungry and so I can relate to the hunger of a lost and dying world. I do it so I feel their pain and their suffering when I live with them in tents and refugee camps. It’s a whole different place, you see. I can’t go back.

We need to be in that place. We’re prisoners of love. Some people say, “Oh, how noble. You’re a missionary.” I’m just a prisoner of love. I don’t have any choice. It is joy unspeakable and full of glory. The whole thing. Every part of it. Even as babies die in my arms, there is this incredible joy in my spirit, because they died being loved. They went straight from our love and the love of our precious workers from all over the world, and all the Mozambicans, hunders of them, and they go right into the hands of Jesus. And He just keeps on loving them, even more than we ccould. That’s joy. That’s victory.

One week eight of our precious ones died. I was really tired. I didn’t understand. I love them so much. It was just one after another. Why? What dod I do? Jesus said, “Either way, you win, because you loved them to life.” I got just a glimpse of the eternal. I got a picture of His arms opening wide to receive those babies and those teenagers and those pastors, and I said, “Wow, just take me! I am so ready!” I so want to be there, because I’ve seen His face. One glance of His eyes and you’re wrecked forever.

His call is for all of our lives. He calls each of us to be an extravagant, hilarious love offering to Jesus. That’s the place where I believe the glory comes. This glory of His presence that we are so desperate for, that we so need, that we’re so crying out for, that we’re so longing for, that we sing about, comes as we hilariously, totally and completely give away our entire being before Him. We are the sacrafices He ignites with His love, and His presence just falls. He just comes. He is looking for people who will carry His glory. He really, really is.

But you have to be dead in order to carry it. And when you carry the glory, you will carry it out to the poor, the broken, the dying and the lost. You will. That’s the call. That’s the heartbeat of Jesus, that we carry Him out to the broken. But you can’t carry Him until you’ve seen His face. You have to know that holy place.

You go from the place where you say, “Oh, God. I’ll write a check, but just don’t make me go to Africa. Please, oh, God, don’t make me sit in the dump. I’d love to write a check. Here it is. It’s a lot. Just don’t make me go there. I don’t like bugs, ” to where you just say, “Oh, God, here I am. take me anywhere. Take me, use me, break me, bruise me if need be, pour me out, fill me up, here I am. I’m an offering. I’m it. I’m the offering. Take me. Pick me up with Your glory and let me be a carrier of Your presence into the darkness. I know You love me, God, because I’ve seen your face.”

God wants to do signs and wonders like we’ve never seen, but we have to see His face. We have to see what He sees and feel what He feels. Otherwise, it’s dangerous and frightening. He can only release His power and anointing to those who will ie down, who will say, “Only You”, and stay that way every single day.

The only reason I even think of getting on more airplanes is that God spoke to me and said, “Tell the Church it’s time to wake up!” So wake up, wake up, wake up, Church!

This new army doesn’t get tired. You know why? They know how to lie down in His presence. They know how to rest in His arms. They know how to lay their heads on His chest and listen to His huge heart. They weep with Him over the dying, the crying, the broken, the abused and the lost. Do you really think you can work hard and start a revival? Just run out there and get them? You can’t. But when Jesus shows His face and He breathes life into the dry, dry, bony Church, and that Church stands up full of His presence, carrying His glory, nobody can resist anymore!”

I would love to hear some comments on this!
May His passion and compassion capture your heart,
And may the DNA placed in you awaken,
humbly yours,
Marjie

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Gypsy Baptism

Posted on September 30th, 2007 by admin.
Categories: Romania.

The church bells ring and the last morning of Septemeber is upon us. The autumn crispness is in the air and has begun revealing it’s colors in the trees. Today I’m recollecting last nights once-in-a-lifetime event; an American at a gypsy baptism! Although I’m probably grey with cigarette smoke and my ear drums a bit damaged, the night was enjoyed and there’s stories to be told…

Cold Valley is the area of town where only gypsy’s live. The dirt roads, stray dogs, chickens, ragedy clothes, and tiny “homes” fill this sneared upon community. During the early summer months, a few friends in YWAM visited the poor area and met a family there who had a little girl they planned to baptise. Intruiged by my friend Prya’s Indian nationality, (also the place of their own roots) they asked if she would become the god-mother of their daughter! Ignorant of all that status involved, she kindly agreed along with the others to attend the baptism and be a part of the ceremony.

Time passed and the group from YWAM that teamed with Prya in this gypsy affair had all left Romania and the baptism was just around the corner. Prya and I took a Romanian translator with us and we made the hike back to Cold Valley to talk to the family about what was expected of us. “Prya, do they know we’re coming?” — “no, I don’t have any way of contacting them.” — “so you don’t know if anyone will be home?” — “oh no, I’m sure someone will be there, they’re a big family.” — “Prya do you remember where they live?” — “I think so”.

Off the pavement we entered a sub-culture of Romania. Everyone stared at the strangers that entered their domain. Immediately kids start yelling salutations, “servus!” (hello in a very friendly manner), “ce fac?!” (how are you!?), “salut” (hi!) and grabbing your hands and talking to you with excitement. They knew we didn’t belong there so we were probably missionaries or at least someone who could give something to them. Within a few minutes we were greeted by the grandmother of the little girl who would be baptised. She was very pleased to see us and invited us into their home. Through the turqoise wrought iron gate we followed the old gypsy woman into their 10×10 room/house. Much to our surprise the room was well equipped with tv, dvd player, sink, refridgerator, beautiful wood shelving, and a faux leather pullout sectional!!! Not one other thing would fit into the room but even so! These were some of the well off gypsy’s. They kindly offered us some juice and we spoke about the baptism. They had been waiting 2 months for Pryah to contact them so they could arrange everything for the baptism celebration which is as big of a deal as a wedding! We were concerned about the amount of money they expected out of Pryah but they insisted it wasn’t a big deal and she could do whatever she wished. The party would cost them almost $1000!!!!!

And so it happened last night like this…
At 4 in the afternoon we (Pryah, Feri-Romanian, and I) returned to the family’s home in Cold Valley to dress the girl in the dress Pryah had to buy for her. Then we went to the church where the Priest yelled at the family for being late. The 10 of us walked in the church and the priest quickly put on his robe, had people sign their names, told us to make the sign of the cross on the little girls forehead, then he said some stuff in Hungarian which I am unable to repeat, literally, and poured some water on her unsuspecting little head.

We drove (yes they have cars) back to the village and visited their homes again where we were always served a cherry liquer that they bought and sometimes made. It was so good! We would only sip it over a long period of time and it must have been ver low in alcoholic content because none of us had any problem at all. Then about 2 hours later we walked next door to the magazine (little store) that they had cleared out and rented for the occassion. The band was made of three very thin, very “eastern European” stereotypical looking guys (think everything is illuminated) playing an electric violen, the keyboard, and two guys that took turns singing Manele (gypsy music). It sounds very much like polka mixed with Indian vibrato vocals. (you can check out my youtube site for a video clip of this and subscribe so you know when I post new video’s.) We danced and danced and drank juice and more of the cherry stuff and cafea all night long and it wasn’t until 1am that we even started the meal, ciaorb (a soup), salada, and the main dish of chicken, steak, mashed potatoes, and something…?!

The music was so loud that we had to scream to talk to eachother, the family probably smoke a whole pack of cigarettes during that time, and I swear people were bored out of their minds (as were we)!! But when we danced… that was a blast! I could have done that all night!

All the children from the town danced outside the door and peered in at us eating (but not too close or the store owner would come out and yell at them and smack their heads). Little children from 5-15 were there until about 1am.

We finally left at 2:30 am and they were confused why we left early. They sent us home with a cake and made plans for the next visit. The father of the girl appologized for not being able to drive us home, but he was way to drunk, so some other guy took us home. There was only one time that I was scared, when a fight almost broke out, but besides that it was great! I hope to spend more time in their community and with the children there. I know God has things for them.  They are very serious in their expressions and don’t smile much like most people here, but after I clobbered them with a few thousand smiles, they finally returned them by the end of the night!  I felt like the Lord was opening some credit for me through the time we spent together. There’s so much brokeness and so much need and God is the great healer and provider… so! sounds like a good match (:

love,
marjie

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2 turtle doves and 350 Pairs of Shoes!

Posted on September 29th, 2007 by admin.
Categories: Romania.

There is always enough!

I’ve been reading a book by that title and seeing the truth of that statement daily! As many of you know, I’ve been in the process of creating a shoe drive for the orphans here. The body of Christ has stepped up to the plate and as the number of orphans in need of shoes raises, so does the number of people willing to get involved. And as God moves the hearts of his people, he also moves the hearts of those who haven’t yet met him! This week we sent out a hand full of emails to different shoe factories here in Romania. Yesterday one company called and offered us an incredible deal! The week before, we made one phone call and a different company agreed to donate 100 pairs of shoes free of charge! Jesus is ready to give, we just take the step and He provides the ground for our feet to step on!

Because of His goodness, we wil be covering the feet of one huge state orphanage, 2 big Tuberculosis orphanages, and 3 or 4 foster homes! This Monday we will take two blind children to a hospital for an examination and visit the shoe factory to see the shoes! Because the offer is too good to last, I will purchase the shoes with the funds provided for my stay here and trust the Lord for the money to come in through the shoe drive.

There has been many verbal committments to take part in the drive. Please join me in praying for the success of this project that the orphans will be taken care of and loved, and the Lord will be glorified and his goodness made known.

If you are interested in getting involved please let me know. There is a board of ladies running the project at home who would love to talk with you! If you have contacted me and are waiting for the next step, I expect that information to be available the first week of October! The board will be in touch with you concerning this (:

much love,

marjie

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Light in Darkness OUT!

Posted on September 24th, 2007 by admin.
Categories: Romania.

A wonderful day

I want to say thanks to all of you who allowed God to use you to get me here! Days like today are like music to my heart (:

Two children that Crown has been working with for quite some time now have finally been taken out of the huge state orphanage and placed into a loving, caring, foster home!And today we had the privilege of bringing clothes, shoes, school supplies, etc. to the children because of someone’s love and generosity somewhere in the states!

“the first night the children were with us it was almost 12:30 and they still weren’t asleep! They said they were so happy they didn’t want to sleep. Finally when it was almost 1am we said, well lets pack up your bags and take you to your father. ‘No please No please! we’ll be very good, we’ll go to sleep right away!’ the children pleaded! They are very well behaved and quiet in the evenings. They’ve asked if they can call us Mamma and Tata (daddy). Before they came we didn’t have peace, but now we have that peace and I think it’s from God.” - new foster mom

What an honor to deliver God’s practical love! And what a beautiful picture to see! Kids that had nothing but the clothes on their backs, brought out of a cold orphanage and into a loving beautiful home!

My friends, this is the life. I pray we all rise up to meet the needs of the poor and the helpless. That we fight the fight set before us and refuse to be absorbed in the comforts that soundproof our American lives. If you don’t see the need even around you, LOOK FOR IT! Even from the safety of your own home you can change the destiny of a life. Find a good organization on the internet and send them something, support a child in a 3rd world country, add them to your prayer list, clean out your closet and take some to a mission… Start small, but do SOMETHING! Through the Lord’s open doors you can take someone from a road of destruction, to a road of opportunity and life. “And anything you do for one of the least of these you’ve done it unto me.” So thank you for joining with me in taking part in the advancement of the Kingdom of our God!
Much love and longing to see you,
Marjie

If you want to know the background of this story click here (more…)

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Baby Silviu

Posted on September 19th, 2007 by admin.
Categories: Romania.

Today a dream of mine came true.

A couple from New Zealand contacted and met with us about their involvement with the orphans here in Romania. We were the only Christian organization they could find that dealt with actually placing children in foster homes and out of the huge state institutions. Crown Child Placement uprooted itself just recently and made its home here in Targu Mures. In relation to that we still don’t know all the in’s and out’s, if you will, about the area. The couple had found favor in the eyes of a local hospital and were given permission to work with the children that lived there. (Many hospitals really act as an orphanage here.)

Our situation on the other hand has been quite different than theirs since I’ve arrived. The first week I was here the hospitals Crown was very involved with changed their stance on our visitation rights and as I mentioned in a previous blog, decided that not only were we not allowed in, but all the babies were gone. With much suspicion we researched and came to find that the babies were forced back into the gypsy villages they were abandoned from. A very dangerous place for a child. The hospitals are in such bad condition that they want to close and have new ones built. They don’t want our help because when we make improvements they become less likely to get help from the government, so the children in the mean time suffer tremendously.

Some places also just flat out don’t like us because when we see a bad situation or a child in need of a surgery or some other special care, we present it to them and what we want to do to help and they don’t like having “more” to do, and would rather not deal with us. But, sometimes places will let foreigners in because they aren’t as demanding, or in their words “immature”. Which is non-sense. But thankfully, our new friends have very persistent spirits and although it took them 5 tries to even meet with the director for permission to get in the hospital, their efforts prevailed by the Lords sweet grace.

For the past three years they have visited Romania time and again, for long and short stints. What they are wanting to see happen is their programs continuing even as they are back home. Their progress and privileges is very dear to them though and even though two other organizations wanted to take it over they didn’t feel the Lord’s approval. They want to help implement foster care for the children they work with and continue taking advancing in their hearts longing for the betterment of the childrens lives and being a voice for the voiceless, as do we.

Needless to say, I’ve been dealing with the enemies assaults. Not being able to do the very thing that moved my heart to come here has been very painful. Although there has been beautiful times of loving on the children and sharing Christ with them and playing and so forth, I’ve yet to be with any of them under the age of three and the time spent with any children at all has been much less than what I longed for. I realize the outcome of my work in the office is for the betterment of the ministry thus leading to the children’s benefit, but after 2.5 months, my “understanding” of the current state of affairs became tired and the Lord and I were often having “serious chit-chats” with lots of tissues!

Upon meeting the friendly couple once again, we headed to the NEARBY hospital which we were not aware of! As we walked toward the entry I thought to myself, “this is it. I’ve been waiting for this since I was 11 years old”. We followed our new friends through the entrance of the old, dimly lit building on this wet and gloomy Wed. morning up to a small hallway and into a tiny, bed crowded room where we were introduced to 8 little ones scrambling around in excitement. The room was small and cramped. I can’t imagine living in it with nothing to do! Immediately a few were sitting on my lap and playing patty cake with me. After a while they all were flashing back the same big cheesy smile I offered them upon our arrival. Then I followed our friend into the room next door with the babies. The babies! It looked just like I had imagined and how it is portrayed in the documentaries. Quiet babies in cribs that have no bumper or color, just metal bars. Not “safe” by any American standard. One baby was blind and so on Monday we’ll take him to a town a couple hours from here for him to have a consultation with a surgeon. But the baby I was drawn to was in the far right back corner. Big brown eyes and chubby brown beautiful face. He was wearing girl clothes so I assumed it was a girl but I was wrong, his name is Silviu. He was probably 7 or 8 months old and as soon as I picked him up he laid his sweet little head on my shoulder and squeezed me. At such a young age, he just wanted to be close to someone. I had the opportunity to lay hands on all of them and pray over them blessings and break curses. Praying for a life of knowing the Lord and his goodness!! They feed the babies and change the babies laying in their crib. Sometimes they never get picked up at all. Silviu kept trying to sing with me with little baby noises. He was beautiful and by the end of our visit he was giggling and showing off his cute dimples! The hardest part was sitting him back in that miserable crib and seeing him stare at me and cry in utter desperation. He has only been there for 3 days. I don’t now if he’ll be there for a few weeks, months, or even years.

The visit was very successful and Hadasa established a good relationship with the head nurse who is very kind. They plan and look forward to our next visit which I hope to be in the coming week as our friends from New Zealand are only here for two more weeks.

The day ended at another TB center down the road which was also new to us. Located in an old castle. A beautiful building, old and worn but none the less, it looked just like the fairy tails with the bridge and the mote… Huge wooden carved doors and monuments placed here and there. During the communist reign they forced owners of these types of places out and made them into orphanages. Now the real owners are putting their cases in court and winning their property back. This is the case for this place as well. So within 4 years the orphanage will be closed and all the children need a place to go.

I know the Lord is refining me and calling Him to trust in what He has planned for my time here. And I do trust him. I just sometimes forget… yoi!

Thank you so much for your prayers! I want so much more of what I got to do today. Please pray that He is gracious in letting me serve the way I was able to today. I feel his pleasure when I’m there. It’s definitely a life worth living.

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beware of nonsense

Posted on September 18th, 2007 by admin.
Categories: Uncategorized.

this little page might show up today and be gone tomorrow. who knows? anyway, I suppose it’s one of the luxuries of having the administrative rights to a web page?! it’s early in the morning and like every night i had a load of dreams but the ones i review today are rather strange and possibly the baby of taking two advil and one benedryl and inhaling a European meal of cigarrette smoke with my dinner free of charge.

the following views are not neccessarily endorsed or shared by the brain they came from. Please read with caution. It’s truly a load of rubbish for your entertainment.

ha

Well the night was a strange one indeed. After a meeting with new friends from Holland and eating dinner out, I barely made it to my third floor apartment because of the pounding in my head. I turned off the lights and found myself in bed fully clothed in the attire of the day and reeeeeking of smoke. Then, the adventure began…

In a clearing a bunch of people and I were plowing this rocky like hole in the ground when we realized the filling was some sort of animal meat. Everyone told me, we gotta get out of here, the thing (bird, owl, dragon, who knows?) will come when they smell this! Everyone scattered in panic and looked for a place to hide where they just might be lucky enough to survive. As for me, I scurried into a room with some other friends and instructed everyone to go down to the cellar area the clearing was much smaller and it would be hard to reach us there. so in complete silence we made our way down to a little girls bedroom. we all hid here and there and then the monster came! I was the only one caught and the torture treatment began. (seriously, this is very weird). They took like a mallet of some sort and as I lay there playing dead, they broke each of my smaller bones. in the dream, it really didn’t hurt at all but I played it up so that they just might stop. after they finished and were sure i was dead, someone left behind, not in danger of the monster, saw i was still alive and as he and his son played toss and i lay on the ground, he said, you better get out of here now! So i ran across the front yard of a subdivision and headed for the woods. I ran and ran and saw a truck of older gents that i quickly jumped in. they barely noticed and continued driving. We passed people outside that I knew, and they would see me and to keep my cover wouldn’t say anything but would cry as they saw my condition, Julie Long and Heidi P. The care stopped at Heritage academy and the whole place was re-done. they had one of the guys jump out and he said, “oh okay. here?” and there was a wedding going on. Later I jumped out and was in a group of people being escorted to their room in someones home. I joined in the group and got my own room. no one really noticed me. and the boy who escorted me just treated me like anyone else. the room was small with a sectional lining the whole perimeter. later i had to continue so i ended up in a mall like place with somone i dont’ know. he said, go smell that cologne over on that table and i did, but i couldn’t smell it. then the people who knew who i was came into the room so i hid behind the cologne table and was on the run again. i managed to get outside and i was back in the suburbs, i ran into the woods where there was zombie children everywhere. then i had to make it through a maze of people i know throughing things at me and running after me. I made it to a clearing where there was a mountain of boxes of cereal coming to fall on everyone that was chasing me. it distracted them and i got away. i found a path to the right of the clearing and a small truck of people from India were leaving as well, they were after me at one point too, but they were finished with their duties. in all my raggedness and beat up appearance i followed them to the outside world again. i ended up in the same yard I started from but there was snow everywhere and time had passed. I saw my son, Bart Simpson in the yard and now I was homer simpson and i had to escape him too. I made it up the deck leaving my footprints that he followed. I ran through the house and somehow was knocking at lindsey and lukes house door. LIndsey was getting ready to go to the dentist because she was growing another tooth. I was on the run again. somewhere in that mess I put mascara on mom, but it was a new kind of mascara that was like liquid liner and it made your lashes become like one flat solid lash and she liked it a lot.

hmmmm. the end. as i know it.
nonsense

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where were you born?

Posted on September 11th, 2007 by admin.
Categories: Romania.

this place is cold, cement blocks line the roads like trees.
no hot water today and the sun isn’t coming out.
down the road girls sell themselves and laugh with one another to numb the reality
my clothes hang on the patio and socks line my window sill to dry
underwear and washcloths hang from the rusty chandelier
and out the window the people from cold valley look through my garbage for dinner

inside the churches are breathtaking paintings
walls and ceilings covered with gold and pictures of Mary and Jesus
candles flicker inside as a plea for loved ones lives
and out of the church comes men who look in the mirror
and immediately forget what they look like

little girls tap my shoulder with hands wanting as their parents
drink their income away
and if I don’t fill her hands and she goes home lacking
her body will face a painful beating
and if I give to her I support their business
no jobs for the adults, and children as servants

i smell communism in the quiet streets
the blank stares refuse to return smiles
“this is the life lady” a shoulder shrugged reply
but what festers inside lives grown in this
bitterness, coldness, a selfish abyss

will this ground ever produce fruit?
will these hearts turn to know You?
will ashes be traded for beauty…
one day, maybe.
one day, for sure.
until then, may his kingdom endure
seeping in glory and that which is pure
raising an army to shine in the dark
refusing defeat, for He did once die
but then the King was brought back to life

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