Acts: 1: 19 and 20:
…Everyone in Jerusalem
Heard about this…
So, they called that field:
“Field of blood.”
For it is written in the Book of Psalms:
“May that place be desolate…
Let there be no one who dwells in it.”
Does God see me?
Why does he keep me in such permanent and powerful exile?
Why does he not send along immense and abundant resources
and financial support?
Where are the armies of angels that are supposed to be at the ready
to respond to my beck and call?
Which brings me to the topic of suffering. I truly despise suffering.
The number of people that slipped through the so-called “safety
net,” grows exponentially. The numbers do not lie. The reality of “street
tribes,” also grows daily.
I see them.
I live at “street level.”
I see, smell, hear, and obey the streets now.
Donnie Angel once accused me of not understanding the common
man. No longer is this the case.
I live at street level. I drive the streets. I know the neighborhoods. I see
the people. I sense the risk.
Other Works by Steve Bonenberger:
“Through Gates of Fire: Volume One: Wingless Flight”
“Through Gates of Fire: Volume Two: Hovering Presence”
“Through Gates of Fire: Volume Three: Lifting Breezes”
Coming Soon from Steve Bonenberger:
“The Writer’s Covenant”
“Miracle Power: A Badge of Hope”
“AkelDeema Ongoing Series…”