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Gerry Gutierrez' Update
ÒLEAVE HER ALONE.Ó
ÒThe
Cost of Loving God.Ó ÒJesus
stands up for his own against Religious persecution.Ó Matthew 26:6 to 16. Sep. 28 – 2016. Georgia Jesus said, ÒWhy do you bother
this woman?Ó The same voice that stood up for Abel against his older brother Cain,
who hate Him and was about to kill him in cold blood and without reason, rises
in this passage for a woman. God does the same thing he did for Abel by
interceding. ÒTo show worship and love for God.Ó ÒWhile Jesus was in Bethany in the House
of a man known as Simon the Leper, a woman come to him with an alabaster jar of
very expensive perfume, which she poured on his head as he was reclining at the
table. When the disciples saw this, they were
indignant. Why this waste? They asked. ÒThis perfume could have been sold at
high Price and the money given to the poorÓ. Aware of this, Jesus said to them ÒWhy are you
bothering this woman?Ó ÒShe has done a beautiful thing to meÓ. A gift is the expression of worth. The Price of the gift is not
measured by the cost at the market in dollar amounts, but by the heart
attitude, where by a widowÕs might is greater tan much gold and silver. We do not give anything to God until we have given our selves first
and that which we have as the most precious thing to us. It is easy to imagine this woman to be on the prime of her life,
about thirty like Jesus, starting his ministry. She is not a broken, poor and
hungry college age young beautiful ÒthingÓ with out money to save and buy such
an expensive perfume worth a yearÕs wages. Neither is she an old lady who has
passed the already the age of focusing on looks and smell to attract men. She is a woman whose senses are at its peek, strong, able and a has a good job
that she can afford that which as a young student was only a longing of her
heart when her teacher, would pass before her in the hall way leaving a
fragrant aroma behind her. This is a woman who through her senses has learned the value of that
which makes you notice, not in offensive but pleasant ways. This sensitive soul, at the presence of Jesus she has smelled the aroma of
the life of God in Jesus. In an instant her attention is turned to Jesus and an overwhelming
desire to worship him take over her. The most valuable thing she has loses its
value to her but to is all she has worth of Jesus beside her blushing face. In
timidity and bold adoration she pours the perfume on JesusÕ head. Jesus called
that act, Òa beautiful thing to meÓ. At first sight one can not help it but to imagine nothing but a grown
man of about thirty three yeas old, smelling like a rose and as fresh as a
daisy next to his rough peer. On the other hand, there was never an expensive perfume on the most
deserving head of anyone so naturally blending as its creator and inventor of
fragrances as Jesus. While the not so fragrant friends of Jesus who smell like fish and
sweat had never bought such a perfume for their wives, but have an opinion on
the price of the perfume. They must have noticed beautiful woman sparingly
applying a drop of perfume on their wrist and rubbing it in on the other wrist
and treating themselves the first smell by breathing deep with calculated close
eyes and raised hands. While the theology of the coast of worship is being discussed on the
dining room table, Jesus settles the matter with one small sign of approval to
the womanÕs act, ÒShe has done something beautiful to
meÓ. In worship to Jesus, his approval is all that matters. A widowÕs
might or three hundred denarius are of the same value
before Jesus. Jesus sees the heart not the price tug of our gift neither does he check
the receipt we left in the box to convey the cost of our gift to Him. Much in the same way as this woman did something beautiful to the
Lord, this Man who is not a woman; neither he has a alabaster of perfume to
pour out over JesusÕs head, has in his exciting love for Jesus decided to pour
over the head on those whom Jesus loves, the cream of his thinking. This man smell Jesus every morning at the cool of the day in the closet of
his Heart and has retained in the alabaster jar of his mind thoughts in order
to pour it on your head, as if you were Jesus himself. ÒHow can this man say, to love God to whom he has not seen if he does not
love his brother to whom he has seen. ÒThis man Truly loves
Jesus by loving you. Please accept the best he knows how to worship his Lord and your Lord
Jesus. This man has nothing else to burn in the altar of worship to our God but
himself. ÒAs a man thinks, so is heÓ. This man delivers his thoughts to you in
a child like manner after the example of Jesus who at twelve dare to present
his thought to the Doctors of the Law at the temple. If you are wondering why this man writes this letter like this today?
He will till you briefly. Since his wife went
home to be with the Lord, she left him with the task for the rest of his life. Prayer! Prayer then it will be the occupation of his mind until this man breeds his
last, the day when Jesus comes from him as he came for his wife by take our
breath a way with his beauty. His wives words to him were; ÒNow you will have more time for your Lord my
LoveÓ. ÒI will be waiting for you,Ó She
said. ÒWear your name tag,Ó he
said. Shortly after his wife died, this man run out of excuses to start
doing the Real Work for the King and His Kingdom for which God prepared him for
seventy years. This man knew very little that being an Òarmy of oneÓ would be very
difficult. Without the love of His wife in half strength he entered to
uncharted waters. The forces of evil were unleashed in all its fury against
him. Recently this man has escaped like a coward with his life as Jesus to
Egypt and Moses to the desert before the Exodus. The reason why this man
shareÕs this thing with you is to ask you to join him in prayer. This man
believes to be near to be slaughtered like a sheep by enemies visible and
invisible. Lately this man has received out of the blue sky some ÒHate mailsÓ. It would not bother him if it were from the world to which this man is use
to it. It is from a man who claims to be a friend. This man loves him as Cain
loved Abel, as Esau loved Jacob, as Joseph brothers loved Joseph, as Herod
loved Jesus as older brother loved the prodigal son. This man accuses me that
his writings are nothing but the writing of a man who Òlives only to be
praisedÓ, Òactively seeks praiseÓ and added, ÒI respectfully request that you
take me off from your ÒPraise me onlyÓ mailing list of friends. Three times in
forty two years he has asked me to include him in my mailing list and three
times he has asked me to be removed. His letters was answered with explanations; to which he has replied
saying. ÒI deleted your letter without reading it.Ó The point of this letter is to tell you, if any letter sounds to you
as that of a man robbing glory from God; that is not
the truth in this case. The contrary is true, this man does not even want to use his name if
he knew how to write like John and still be personal as a brother to another.
So he calls himself now as ÒThis manÓ to avoid using the wicked trinity of Òme,
myself and IÓ. If the accusation would be true, this man is against himself and for
GodÕs glory only. Nevertheless he asks forgiveness for given that impression,
but he cannot accept guilt as charged from something over which He is not
convicted by the Holy Spirit or reason. To try to rob glory from God was the sin of Lucifer. So was of Adam
and Eve sin and their children. As a child of God in Jesus this man knows better not to seek that which is of God alone.
In the past before coming to know Jesus as God in the flesh, this man was
indeed a chief of sinners. Now he sins less and less even though he is not
completely sinless yet because he lives in the dusty streets of this world. He
is aware of the dust that creeps up on his feet, which Jesus washes away with
the water of the lavatory of his love and grace. To him, glory and praise would be like great wealth that he would not
know how to use it on himself. Encouragement? That is a different story, it is
welcome, but even encouragement if it is seek as a goal and get it, that will
become his reward and nothing more. As is now, the Lord Himself gives him plenty and more than he can
handle it. Encouragement from above he has increasingly received. At first he saw Jesus by faith as a look from his eyes. Later he saw the smile on
his face only he could see with his heart. Then the Lord winks at him every now
and then. Lately he came to the point that intimacy has grown to laughing
together. This man would die if he loses the laughter of the elect at the cool of the
Day. If this man writes, it is at the prompting of the Father and the urging of
some of his brothers. Enclosed you shall find a picture of many exquisite collection of
pens of great price given to me over the period of many years, valued in thousands of dollars. You will also find the gift
of journals from a beloved grand daughter who saves to buy journals. This man once thought to write a book and raise two million dollars
to fund the vision of his life for his people far away in his country of birth.
But this man recently lost his name and credibility by losing his wife and to
friends to abandonment. This manÕs wishes to be known as ÒThis manÓ only.
His wartime name however is Joseph Stephen. Joseph as the beloved son of his
Father Jacob but disliked by his brothers. Stephen as a man who died for the
love of Jesus and his word preaching to the last minute of his life with the
courage that comes from having see by faith the Lord Jesus already standing to
welcome his servants personally. If you appreciate the writings, then that is enough
reward to have the honor to be pay with some attention as a messenger boy of
the most high God. THANK YOU JESUS. Let the alabaster jar of my skull crack over JesusÕ accepting head,
but never be offensive to your mind and nostrils. ItÕs all this man has to give to Jesus but the fragrance is for you
beloved of the Father. No need to replied, but if you chose to write, it will
be welcomed and read in its entirety and will be forward a copy as a prayer to
our Lord to reward you accordingly. GGS. Joseph Stephen. Friends demanding that I write, while others are indignant. (?)
If one believes in you, you have lived.
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