John M. Sheehan's Blog: Let Us Speak In Unity, page 2
January 6, 2018
The Measure Of John Sheehan
The measure of a man from the eyes of others -vs- the measure of a man found in Christ is the man I am!
I have failed in the eyes of man.
I have failed in the eyes of religion.
I have failed as a husband.
I have failed as a friend.
I have failed as a pastor.
I have failed in love.
I have failed - but God still sings over me! Man will call you a failure, man will say you have wasted your life, what are you doing with your life they will say!
But the measure of a man is the measure of his heart, the measure of a man is the measure of his love!
John M Sheehan
Did you love is what God will ask of you; not about your ministry, not about your knowledge in Me will God ask of you but did you love is what He will ask of you!
A man's measurement is not about his success, bank account, or what he can or can not do. The measure of a man is the measure of his love; his learning to love.
God, I've failed, according to my mother, according to my father, according to my wife, according to my children: God I've failed!
Listen, my beloved, God does speak to your heart, when it all is done when it is all said, and the race does end it all comes down to love!
Did you learn to love is all I will ask of you!
All the comparison means nothing to me says the Lord, man up the world will say, No, God does say the measure I will measure is the love that you have learned!
Love is my measure, though I may suffer through love, though I may be mocked in my love, though much evil may be said about me; love will be my measure when I stand before the King of Kings allowing me to say in the end:
Yes, Lord, I have learned to love, yes Lord I loved with no condition, and I loved even being unloved according to 1st Corinthians 13.
Yes, Lord, I learned to love! Let my heart testify Lord for you will judge my heart seeing the love I've learned in my seasons of time!
I have failed in the eyes of man.
I have failed in the eyes of religion.
I have failed as a husband.
I have failed as a friend.
I have failed as a pastor.
I have failed in love.
I have failed - but God still sings over me! Man will call you a failure, man will say you have wasted your life, what are you doing with your life they will say!
But the measure of a man is the measure of his heart, the measure of a man is the measure of his love!
John M Sheehan
Did you love is what God will ask of you; not about your ministry, not about your knowledge in Me will God ask of you but did you love is what He will ask of you!
A man's measurement is not about his success, bank account, or what he can or can not do. The measure of a man is the measure of his love; his learning to love.
God, I've failed, according to my mother, according to my father, according to my wife, according to my children: God I've failed!
Listen, my beloved, God does speak to your heart, when it all is done when it is all said, and the race does end it all comes down to love!
Did you learn to love is all I will ask of you!
All the comparison means nothing to me says the Lord, man up the world will say, No, God does say the measure I will measure is the love that you have learned!
Love is my measure, though I may suffer through love, though I may be mocked in my love, though much evil may be said about me; love will be my measure when I stand before the King of Kings allowing me to say in the end:
Yes, Lord, I have learned to love, yes Lord I loved with no condition, and I loved even being unloved according to 1st Corinthians 13.
Yes, Lord, I learned to love! Let my heart testify Lord for you will judge my heart seeing the love I've learned in my seasons of time!
December 29, 2017
True Love Is Always Found In Its Eternal State Of Living
Have a look around for we are all surrounded by Death from the leaf that has fallen to the ground, to the bird that flies no more, and even the memory that fades in time and yet from this cemetery I do see the light of my lover’s eyes looking at me saying “ just the two of us are still alive in this place” as Shellie's heart does speak to me!
What is the spark "that sets alight a lasting love" for some it is the desire of not having and for others it is the desire of having what was lost.
Then we have a desire of gifts and treasures found in the heart, mind, and soul of each other found in this and that collecting dust but a love everlasting does not collect dust taking a heart so dead from loss and brokenness to a full beat again defeating a spirit death all but to live again.
As time would pass Shellie and I would grow as friends as deeper and deeper this friendship would become a cross-road here and a cross-road where we would both find again and again.
Each surrendering to the lover’s hands I would watch “My Love” grow and grow as this dear one would give me glimpses of the love within.
So beautiful to behold what I get to see, but It won't be long now for she is almost free as I will get to see her wings fluttering in the wind as she is loving on me from the land of the dead we have found love and beauty from the light of the day to the light of the night.
True Love Is Always Found In Its Eternal State Of Living
From our book "What Lies Beneath Us"
What Lies Beneath Us: Truth Uncovered
What is the spark "that sets alight a lasting love" for some it is the desire of not having and for others it is the desire of having what was lost.
Then we have a desire of gifts and treasures found in the heart, mind, and soul of each other found in this and that collecting dust but a love everlasting does not collect dust taking a heart so dead from loss and brokenness to a full beat again defeating a spirit death all but to live again.
As time would pass Shellie and I would grow as friends as deeper and deeper this friendship would become a cross-road here and a cross-road where we would both find again and again.
Each surrendering to the lover’s hands I would watch “My Love” grow and grow as this dear one would give me glimpses of the love within.
So beautiful to behold what I get to see, but It won't be long now for she is almost free as I will get to see her wings fluttering in the wind as she is loving on me from the land of the dead we have found love and beauty from the light of the day to the light of the night.
True Love Is Always Found In Its Eternal State Of Living
From our book "What Lies Beneath Us"
What Lies Beneath Us: Truth Uncovered
December 27, 2017
Such an ancient technique
What Lies Beneath Us: Truth UncoveredDowsing is an ancient technique that has been used both by the Ancient Egyptians and Chinese.
Such wonders of this art employed in attempts to locate ground water, buried metals or ores, gemstones, oil, and many other objects and materials without the use of scientific apparatus.
My great, great, great-grandmother Sarah Ann Ferguson called it doodle-bugging. Born in the late 1800’s; this lady of life was 70 years old in 1940 still living with her husband in Huntington, West Virginia such an ancient lady of Appalachian’s as I’d sit in her lap in the mid 60’s listening of her world long passed by time.
In 1662 witching sticks were declared to be "superstitious, or rather satanic".
In the South of France in the 17th century, it was used in tracking criminals and heretics. Its abuse led to a decree of the inquisition in 1701, forbidding its employment for purposes of justice.
Witching sticks were used in South Dakota in the late 19th and early 20th centuries to help homesteaders, farmers, and ranchers locate water wells on their property. In the late 1960s during the Vietnam War, some United States Marines used witching to attempt to locate weapons and tunnels.
To opened the mind to an unseen world you will find a sandy path which keeps the indent of footsteps
Late in 1986, a season of winter took 31 soldiers by an avalanche during an operation in the NATO drill Anchor Express in Vassdalen, Norway, the Norwegian army attempted to locate soldiers buried in the avalanche using witching as a search method.
Some call it "divining." Some call it "witching"
Those who know the secrets say there is a true scientific basis for the ability to locate unmarked graves by divining.
Witching sticks; the art of dowsing or as others call it divining is still used by many today so we will just leave the mystery as it is as we journey together what lays before us as the mystery of time does end from gravesite to gravesite.
So now this dowsing story does close as a mystery that some say is foolishness created in the heart of man and yet this I know in my hands a rod once was moving me from this matrix of life I see into a world I could not see as this power did move me as fear did come I drooped this stick never to visit again until this day when GPS did fail taking Shellie and I this day again into the world of the unknown leaving me with a thought in the light of truth before me.
What Lies Beneath Ushttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B0775WWK6W
Such wonders of this art employed in attempts to locate ground water, buried metals or ores, gemstones, oil, and many other objects and materials without the use of scientific apparatus.
My great, great, great-grandmother Sarah Ann Ferguson called it doodle-bugging. Born in the late 1800’s; this lady of life was 70 years old in 1940 still living with her husband in Huntington, West Virginia such an ancient lady of Appalachian’s as I’d sit in her lap in the mid 60’s listening of her world long passed by time.
In 1662 witching sticks were declared to be "superstitious, or rather satanic".
In the South of France in the 17th century, it was used in tracking criminals and heretics. Its abuse led to a decree of the inquisition in 1701, forbidding its employment for purposes of justice.
Witching sticks were used in South Dakota in the late 19th and early 20th centuries to help homesteaders, farmers, and ranchers locate water wells on their property. In the late 1960s during the Vietnam War, some United States Marines used witching to attempt to locate weapons and tunnels.
To opened the mind to an unseen world you will find a sandy path which keeps the indent of footsteps
Late in 1986, a season of winter took 31 soldiers by an avalanche during an operation in the NATO drill Anchor Express in Vassdalen, Norway, the Norwegian army attempted to locate soldiers buried in the avalanche using witching as a search method.
Some call it "divining." Some call it "witching"
Those who know the secrets say there is a true scientific basis for the ability to locate unmarked graves by divining.
Witching sticks; the art of dowsing or as others call it divining is still used by many today so we will just leave the mystery as it is as we journey together what lays before us as the mystery of time does end from gravesite to gravesite.
So now this dowsing story does close as a mystery that some say is foolishness created in the heart of man and yet this I know in my hands a rod once was moving me from this matrix of life I see into a world I could not see as this power did move me as fear did come I drooped this stick never to visit again until this day when GPS did fail taking Shellie and I this day again into the world of the unknown leaving me with a thought in the light of truth before me.
What Lies Beneath Ushttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B0775WWK6W
December 24, 2017
Wishing You Our Friends
Wishing You Our Friends
Merry Christmas and a
Happy New Year!
May this Christmas end the present year on a cheerful note and make way for a fresh and bright New Year with all the good times and treasures of the present become the golden memories of tomorrow embraced by the love and hope of an amazing God who gave of Himself for you and I through all the yesterdays and today's we have had; knowing He will do the same for all the tomorrows to come.
John, Shellie, and Shalee
Merry Christmas and a
Happy New Year!
May this Christmas end the present year on a cheerful note and make way for a fresh and bright New Year with all the good times and treasures of the present become the golden memories of tomorrow embraced by the love and hope of an amazing God who gave of Himself for you and I through all the yesterdays and today's we have had; knowing He will do the same for all the tomorrows to come.
John, Shellie, and Shalee
December 19, 2017
GPS technology failed
Along the way on a small country road searching out our GPS technology failed leaving us on this road not knowing what direction to go as we decided to continue our journey just to see whatever is before us in the world of the living traveling in time we found before us a place called Emery Chapel Cemetery founded in the 1860’s meeting a mysterious woman speaking of the beauty of the heart of this Cemetery as each person has been laid to rest only making a donation for that special plot of land as their flesh returns back to the ground it was created from.Glory of glories as this blessed woman walks me down the path of the mysterious witching stick her father uses as keeper of the dead in locating unmarked graves and in locating sites for the resting of the future ones who fall asleep in time to awake in eternity.
Such wonders as I walk upon the hallowed ground of this cemetery, where a veil of silence hangs heavy in the air, Stopping to gaze at all the graves that have no headstones; a sight I've seen from cemetery to cemetery.
Such peacefulness as I see graves that are marked only with slabs, iron rocks, wooden stakes, pottery, sea shells, concrete blocks or bricks.
Some see graves that are only mounds of dirt with headstones of words with no meaning, yet for Shellie and I what “Lies Beneath Us” causes our hearts to wonder who lies sleeping sweetly in these humble graves that have been kissed by the sun, rain, and wind? Yes, whose memory time has now subdued, through the passing of the years. Yes, who lies here in sleep too deep for any dreams to go drifting by!
Yes, what “Lies Beneath Us” gives way to who lies here where their voices and cries are now forever hushed, and their earthly forms and cheerful faces will never again be seen on earth?
Yes, who lies here that is forever gone, but once their lives were so important to their loved ones? And yes, who lies here that has forever passed from this life on earth, but now has found their peace from grief, loneliness, pain, and tears, when they were here no more; for the shade of life has been pulled for them to the land of God's silent mystery?
Such a mystery from the essences of our spirit continues to ask on; who lies here so still in sleep that time has forgotten them, but is only waiting for the touch of God?
Could it be a man, woman, child, or a baby?
John M Sheehan
December 17, 2017
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light!
By Dylan Thomas – Born in 1914 for just a moment of time leaving for eternity in 1953. Dylan left us with many writings but "Do not go gentle into that good night" is a poem in the form of a villanelle, and the most famous work of this Welsh poet leaving a mystery for some say he wrote this about his fathers death and yet his father did not leave time for eternity till 1952; five years after the writing of this poem!
So we are left with a mystery and living words telling you and I to live life to the fullest, to not give in to death but to boldly fight. A cry from the soul of man to not just "go gentle into that good night," but to rage against it; to fight against it even when the end of life calls and your work is not finished to not give in to the night call of death; finish the work and go in peace to the eternity of a good soul made whole.
What Lies Beneath Us: Truth Uncovered
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light!
By Dylan Thomas – Born in 1914 for just a moment of time leaving for eternity in 1953. Dylan left us with many writings but "Do not go gentle into that good night" is a poem in the form of a villanelle, and the most famous work of this Welsh poet leaving a mystery for some say he wrote this about his fathers death and yet his father did not leave time for eternity till 1952; five years after the writing of this poem!
So we are left with a mystery and living words telling you and I to live life to the fullest, to not give in to death but to boldly fight. A cry from the soul of man to not just "go gentle into that good night," but to rage against it; to fight against it even when the end of life calls and your work is not finished to not give in to the night call of death; finish the work and go in peace to the eternity of a good soul made whole.
What Lies Beneath Us: Truth Uncovered
December 15, 2017
The Silence Of our Hearts
Can you hear the silence of hearts kissing yours from the land of the dead calling out to you from the distant whispers of love only broken away in a season of time from the silence of a heart that beats no more and yet a spirit that lives on as the wind touches our lips with whispers of love from the grave seeking to be held again in an embrace that only silent hearts can understand speaking love without a sound.
Holding hands with the air as if it were a tender touch broken by this silence as we close our eyes with thoughts of lost loved ones so very loud can you hear the deep silence of our need crying out from the silence of hearts never forgotten!
To the song of love that can not be silenced for not even in death will we ever part walking in love is a path we all must follow to receive love for all of eternity so let us each listen to what is silent; for in the silence love will speak loudly!
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. — Victor Hugo
What Lies Beneath Us: Truth Uncovered
Holding hands with the air as if it were a tender touch broken by this silence as we close our eyes with thoughts of lost loved ones so very loud can you hear the deep silence of our need crying out from the silence of hearts never forgotten!
To the song of love that can not be silenced for not even in death will we ever part walking in love is a path we all must follow to receive love for all of eternity so let us each listen to what is silent; for in the silence love will speak loudly!
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. — Victor Hugo
What Lies Beneath Us: Truth Uncovered
December 9, 2017
Consuming the little ones
Mrs. Siebold rushed to the door and seeing flames instructing her students to open the windows but they would not budge as Mrs. Siebold, her student aid June Muhaney and other students would break the windows with their hands as smoke and flames quickly spread through the building other students rushed towards the door as the flames rushed in consuming the little ones seeking freedom.
Mrs. Siebold love helped save the lives of 24 children this disastrous day in 1954 taking two years to recover from her own burns continuing on.
The music came alive again as she returned teaching stringed instruments to elementary school children and establishing the Cleveland Hill Elementary School Orchestra when it was not fashionable to teach the young difficult music.
What Lies Beneath Us: Truth Uncovered
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0775WWK6W
Mrs. Siebold love helped save the lives of 24 children this disastrous day in 1954 taking two years to recover from her own burns continuing on.
The music came alive again as she returned teaching stringed instruments to elementary school children and establishing the Cleveland Hill Elementary School Orchestra when it was not fashionable to teach the young difficult music.
What Lies Beneath Us: Truth Uncovered
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0775WWK6W
December 7, 2017
Burning Love Story
We have a love story birth from the tragic death of Blaine Poss just eleven-year-old, just a little boy in the eyes of many but for Shellie and I this eleven year old man has touched our lives forever being a man of honor and a man I now look up to in the highest regard.
Blaine got out of the burning building, but returned to the smoke, heat, and flames for love was in his heart seeking out his girlfriend as other children saw him push three children out the window and in an effort to save others he was trying to push another window open when part of the building fell on him, but through his death a hole was made in the wall allowing Paul to break free from the flames.
Blaine’s girlfriend, Riba Smith, moved from time into eternity this day as Blaine followed never to sorrow again as the two now play in eternity found in the purest form of love having no end!
True love never dies and the story of Blaine and Riba will forever live on in our hearts and eternity leaving me so humble that when I think myself to be pretty good, I now have a line in the sand; a standard set by this young man named Blaine Poss, setting the best example any human could set in a standard of what true love is all about!
A standard tough to meet, but a standard I must hope to uphold and maintain just like Blaine Poss!
Two school houses in 1954 touched by the dancing of flames - One in Missouri; one in New York called Cleveland Hill School leaving memories as if to touch each other in love to tell one story; the story of the children who now play music before the eternal living who have made their way into eternity forever touched by love never to feel pain again a story that truly has no end!
You Never Know What You Will Find When You Look At
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0775WWK6WWhat Lies Beneath Us: Truth Uncovered
Blaine got out of the burning building, but returned to the smoke, heat, and flames for love was in his heart seeking out his girlfriend as other children saw him push three children out the window and in an effort to save others he was trying to push another window open when part of the building fell on him, but through his death a hole was made in the wall allowing Paul to break free from the flames.
Blaine’s girlfriend, Riba Smith, moved from time into eternity this day as Blaine followed never to sorrow again as the two now play in eternity found in the purest form of love having no end!
True love never dies and the story of Blaine and Riba will forever live on in our hearts and eternity leaving me so humble that when I think myself to be pretty good, I now have a line in the sand; a standard set by this young man named Blaine Poss, setting the best example any human could set in a standard of what true love is all about!
A standard tough to meet, but a standard I must hope to uphold and maintain just like Blaine Poss!
Two school houses in 1954 touched by the dancing of flames - One in Missouri; one in New York called Cleveland Hill School leaving memories as if to touch each other in love to tell one story; the story of the children who now play music before the eternal living who have made their way into eternity forever touched by love never to feel pain again a story that truly has no end!
You Never Know What You Will Find When You Look At
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0775WWK6WWhat Lies Beneath Us: Truth Uncovered
December 4, 2017
“In The Flames The Children Would Cry!”
Wondering the gravel roads deep in the wilderness of Possum Trot we came upon a tombstone so unique honoring a building in the silence of the day as Shellie and I walked the foundation of this building that once was.
Unaware of a story that would take us from Piney Township Missouri to another state so far away; this death of a building called Cleveland School House in honor of President Grover Cleveland (1837-1908) with beer cans strewn upon this sacred land as if to speak tears into our hearts of a story; the story of the dead saying---
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0775WWK6W
Unaware of a story that would take us from Piney Township Missouri to another state so far away; this death of a building called Cleveland School House in honor of President Grover Cleveland (1837-1908) with beer cans strewn upon this sacred land as if to speak tears into our hearts of a story; the story of the dead saying---
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0775WWK6W
Let Us Speak In Unity
One heart, one mind, one soul brings power in a people united for a cause be it good or bad like snowflakes we can bring beauty and even stop traffic yet each being different in detail or we can cause
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