Dr. Cho

I think how far I’ve come, dear Lord,
When I think back to when Your Word
Spoke to my heart – that Barber guy
On TV spoke those words on “Why –

We need to change the way we do
Our ministry – not be a fool
And die like Yonge Cho at first,
When he got sick – TB – the worst.

I got the “Fourth Dimension” book
He cited, then I took a look
At how it was that Yonge Cho
Changed his approach to work below.

For in the end he lay in bed;
The medics said, “You’ll soon be dead”;
Then Yonge took another look,
The words jumped from “Ephesians” book:

He heard at last Paul’s words so sage;
Applying them, he turned the page
And said, “I will equip you folks
To harness up, step into yolk –

“For Paul, in letters, also writes,
‘It’s body-life which comes out right;
If body you choose to ignore,
They’ll carry you right out the door –

“ ‘First sick, then weak, then dead, my friend,
That’s how you’re going to meet your end;
Discern the body with its parts
Or take it out upon your heart’.”

It’s taken years for me to learn
That lesson – for that life I yearned,
For there were glitches in the way;
Things also true, Paul didn’t say.

And now I’m helping others see
That simple truth You shared with me
Out in the business, working-world,
“Do body-life, amidst the swirl”.

As Yonge said, “In dojo strength
Is third dimension, not full length
Of what our life-in-Christ displays;
Its fourth dimension where life lays.

“For power of God through Christ is power
Beyond the strength of crisis hour,
When third dimension goes so far,
We’re all impressed where limits are.”

But God does not come do our part,
The interactive life is art,
Like dancing – we don’t drag Him ’round
Nor he drag us without a sound.

He wants to boogie in our lives;
With that approach we can survive –
Not like that guy who’s heart gave out,
Who saw he’d goofed without a doubt –

“God gave a task – a word to preach –
And gave a horse so I could reach
The people He wants spoken to;
I’ve shot the horse – what will I do?”

But gifts to each allergic are
A little bit – enough to jar
Us off our game – they irritate;
The antidote is Christ – so wait –

And let the others try their hand
At body life, for they can’t stand
The pressure – wanting to be free
Of other tasks, that much they see.

But there’s the catch, God will not bend;
If you do life alone – you’ll end
Up sick, then weak, then dying, man –
Give it a try – perhaps you can.

If others drive you nuts, try Me;
I am the way through Babel, see –
Until God’s central to your life
You’re parasite, a cause of strife.

For you must suck in power, resource,
(To play the role of God, of course);
When you let God the center be,
He flows His power, resource through thee.

It’s flow that changes – in to out;
God’s channel through, so those about
You find resource, and power boost;
The bonds restricting life are loosed.

But one thing I have found is sad –
Though I’m set free, the others had
A chance at freedom, but can’t stand
To have me ’round to lend my hand.

It’s not my job to change their mind;
I do my part – through life they grind
Until at last God can connect;
They meet their way, then genuflect.

My job? – the apostolic one –
To find the key, with that I’m done;
Each person has a culture-home
Unique to him – cut off they roam.

All cultures have some missing piece;
Some question will not give release,
But stops the person in their tracks;
They can’t move on, for something lacks –

Like gasket in an army tank;
It all works well, but there’s no clank
Of movement, for until that part
Is added in, the tank won’t start.

So what’s your gasket-question, friend?
My questing-skills to you I’ll lend
So you can get release at last –
Through Jubilee’s life-giving blast.

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