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Gerry Gutierrez' Update
"Jesus and
2019" “Jesus
and fishing.” From the “comfort” of its world a fish is lured by the bite of the
fisherman. A bite looks like a free meal, a Juicy worm, how attractive to the
eyes and full of promises of satisfaction that seem to be saying, “come to me
you who are hungry, I will satisfied your longings.” When hunger and thirst no
matter what our needs and wants are we tend to ignore the “strings attached.” Jesus does not come to feed the fish in the Ocean for others to
fish those fish. Jesus has come to fish men as if they were fish to feed
himself and feed others. Fish are not in the Ocean to live there forever. Neither
are men on the earth to live here forever. The life of a fish and the life of a
man goes on in the life in them who their lives have
fed. To the fish or to the men a superior way of life awaits
as they become new creatures by being in the belly of a man or in the body of
Jesus. Some of us are like fish still gulping for the water of our former
way of life, while as man we are gulping for the air of our former way of life
in the flesh. Some others are already in the frying pans and others are still
trying to get out of the discomfort of the heat of the “Crisco vegetable Oil”
and in our last effort for relief we jump out of the frying pans only to fall into
the fire. “You thought that the frying pan was hot?” A good fisherman does not catch fish to only lose it as in a blue
smoke the fish burning in the fire. If there is something we know about Jesus
in matters of fishing and cooking is that he is a good fisherman and a good
cook and likes broiled fish for breakfast. By the way, “That was the First Presidential Prayer Breakfast ever
celebrated in the History of the world.” And as anything that Jesus touches and
does, the Prayer Breakfast Movement has become a silent revolution that gathers
together men for breakfast all over the world and from all walk of life to
remember God as it use to be at the beginning in the Garden of Eden at the cool
of the day and at the Sea of Galilee two thousand years ago. I wish the salary
that our President does not received would go to found “Presidential Prayer
Breakfasts in memory of Jesus and the Glory of God.” I hope by now you are praying the old prayer: “I would rather be a
doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked.” I would rather be a fish on fire if it is his will for me than to be “Willy or the famous Moby Dick
or Jaws”. For those of you who know me well, you also know how I wear my
feelings of my sleeves. Since my Ruthie died I have been hurting. I have been
in the fraying pan for a while and recently I have jumped from the frying pan
into the fire. Yet there is a greater good to everything that happens to me and
I do not need to understand but as usual only to accept and receive it in a
child like manner. I only need to remember that by choice and persuasion I took
willingly the bite of “Jesus the irresistible.” “Help yourself of me dear Lord
Jesus. Help yourself of me.” In the name of him who did not spared his own Son. Today is New Year’s day. I am still in my
wheelchair but warming up for my “Super Bowl.” As the Sun rises in Southern
California I plan to receive the New Year defiantly as
I shall walk on my own and without a walker for the first fifteen steps since
my stroke. I need prayers because it is my goal to be in Washington DC for The
Presidential National Prayer Breakfast this year to keep selling the Power of
Prayer to whomever it might concern. This year will be the greatest year of my
life should the Lord allow me more time in this world. I can’t help it but to
see all my past as a “preamble” for what is ahead of me.
PS Pray that I might be found faithful every day
and every hour of the day. Pictures are of the Rose Bowl Parade in Pasadena
California.
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