Journey with John Stokes

Thursday, March 31, 2011

A Stroll Below

Nathaniel and I took a stroll. We came these portals down below. Beckoning to the two, our twins smiling up through the blue. Well, we took a deep breath, and from the world above we left. First we saw this leopard frog, and then this little talking dog. He told us your just in time, this is the spot for the cloud journey line. So we stood and along came an owl. He said, tickets,tickets with a scowl. Thats just grand, I said to the little canine, but how in this world, can a ticket be unfurled? Silly ones! Old Owls just calling for the fat little ticks! And so we hooked up upon our cloud, and my, how we were full of wooos and wows. We swooshed about through the air, we dive bombed some cats and gave 'em a stand up hair! We rode for what seemed hours and hours, then we gently set down among some dogwood flowers. We thanked Mr Owl for letting us ride for free, he said, go in love, you dwellers in the world above. And so we walked and found our portal place, and it wasn't long before we pushed up into the world of haste. We were only gone but for a blink, and as we explained our absence, we gave each other a wink. Now if you find us one day walking down the road, and then all of a sudden , you only see a hopping toad. Ne'er fear, we are only visiting the world of n'er a frown and n'er a tear.

Petal Rain

Since Monday we have lived under the clouds, void of the sunshine. Around 2:16 today, Thursday, March 31st, the sun returned, peeking out here and there behind the rolling clouds making their way east. The creation of this scene was begun in my mind yesterday, when riding past this dogwood, I noticed the petals had been knocked to the ground by the weeks rains. It was now a matter of time before getting back. In walking Nathaniel in the stroller this afternoon around 6PM, I took the little Canon A570 from the car and brought it along. I set it on P, with flash and composed several frames. It took all of a minute, but I had already visualized the scene. This is a good case for always having a camera, or, it really does not matter the camera. I do not think the Nikon D5000 would have done a better job. If this tree was in my yard, I would have climbed it or taken a ladder and taken the shot directly looking down from the trunk. I liked the pines in the background though with the late sun rays, so this works just as well. So there you go. Simple camera. Previsualized scene. Just a simple act of capturing the visualized scene.(Not always this easy).

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Ode to Stonewall

ODE TO STONEWALL
by Miles O'Reiley, a Union Officer

He sleeps all quietly and cold beneath the soil that gave him birth
Then break his battle brand in twain, and lay it with him in the earth.

No more at midnight shall he urge his toilsome march among the pines.
Nor hear upon the morning air the war shout of his charging lines.

No more for him shall cannon park or tents gleam white upon the plain;
And where his camp fires blazed of yore, brown reapers laugh amid the grain!

No more above his narrow bed shall sound the tread of marching feet.
The rifle volley and the crash of sabres when the foeman meet.

Young April o'er his lowly mound shall shake the violets from her hair.
And glorious June with fervid kiss shall bid the roses blossom there.

And white-winged peace o'er all the land broods like a dove upon her nest,
While iron war, with slaughter gorged, at length hath laid him down to rest.

And where we won our onward way, with fire and steel through yonder wood,
The blackbird whistles and the quail gives answer to her timid brood.

And oft when white-haired grandsires tell of bloody struggles past and gone.
The children at their knees will hear how Jackson led his columns on!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Luke and John

A certain man had six sons and the younger of the first three sons said to his father, "Father, give me the portion of goods that falls me."
The father of the six sons had nothing to give so the younger son of the first three fled from home. And not many days after, the younger of the first three sons went off to sea. He journeyed to a far country and had no possessions on which to waste his prodigal living. But when the wars did end and he was spent he entered the ministry and though he continued to want, he tried to join himself to the citizens of many country congregations. He even went into the fields to throw his pearls before the swines.
Though many gave him everything, including their pearls of great price, he continued to want. Buying lands and planting vineyards he sold them for pottage and the pods on which the swine fed.
Then one day as the younger of the first three sons was sitting in his rocker in the shade of his vineyards, a man came to him and said,
"If you will but sell to me your inheritance, you shall never want and you shall have hired servants and bread enough to spare."
And so he sold his inheritance and arose early the next morning and called his yard lady.
"The grass is tall and ripe unto harvest. I have been to many lands and in all these lands no one fairer than you was ever found."
"Come with me and we shall reap the harvest of the tall grass before us. We shall never want."
And so he arose and with the pottage stuffed in his wallet, journey to present the fair yard lady the gift she so wanted.
But when he was still a great way off, his Jack Russell, as Balaam's ass did so long ago, spoke. "Enough is enough!" and ran him into the ditch with a halt as the bumper kissed the trunk of the swaying turkey oak.
And now the son of the youngest of the first three sons falls upon the prodigal, has compassion and gently kisses him. And the son says,
"Father, our sins against heaven and in his sight have been great and we are no longer worthy to be called his son. Had I the best robe, I would wrap you in it. Had I a ring, I would put it upon your hand and sandals upon your feet. Had I a fatted calf I would kill it and we would eat and make merry."
And as the son of the youngest of the first three sons spoke, he heard the father calling for yard lady, yard lady, yard lady.
He then became angry and would not respond to the son. Many came and pleaded with him but still he scowled in silence.
"All these many years we served you, never transgressed your commandments, we were the model family. Yet, you never gave us your heart to make merry with us. You sold your inheritance and went into a far land to seek yard ladies."
And so the son will always have these thoughts, which will always live with the son.
And what thoughts he has shall be your thoughts.
Were we right to make merry and rejoice for the son that has returned from a far land and is alive again?
The grass grows tall and the yard lady is lost and is not to be found.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

The Sword! The Sword!

There is a ritual performed annually just before the afternoon battle each year at Olustee. It is the part of the entire re-enactment I look forward to each year. I make sure each year that I am in attendance, that I stake myself out by the familiar pine and wait for Major General Todd Jesse. This tradition had it origins, according to Major Mark Rominger of the Florida Battalion Infantry at the 125th Battle of Gettysburg re-enactment. Some Union soldiers at the time attempted to steal the Confederate colors and Jesse came to the rescue, taking out his sword and hitting the thieves on the blunt hilt of the sword, keeping this abomination from seeing fruition.
Thus, each year, as Major General Jesse comes to inspect the ranks, a whispered chant begins, the sword! and grows into a rousing roar, THE SWORD! THE SWORD! Gen. Jesse goes to his horse, pulls the sword from the scabbard and walks down the line, holding the sword in the manner he did when thwarting the Union despots. Many of the soldiers kneel, others bow, most wave and cheer with a rebel yell.
If I see no other part of the battle, seeing this gives me satisfaction.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

In Praise In Pain

My father through the awesome grace of God awoke last evening(February 21st)from a massive stroke suffered this past Monday afternoon in Williston, Florida. All the doctors told us he would never recover, he would be in a vegetative state, to expect the worse, that the seizures were doing irreparable damage. We sent out word immediately for prayer. We resigned ourselves for the end. We walked about the week as in a haze, as my father was.
Then, this past Monday evening, something(we know the Holy Spirit)told my brother Lewis, who lives in Gainesville, to take his oldest son Nick and visit him. He thought for the last time. He took Nick to gain closure. Upon arriving, my father, in the VA ICU Ward, opened his eyes in recognition and mumbled to them, I hurt, I hurt and pointed with his hand to the side of his head the stroke occurred.
He continued by squeezing their hands, looking them in the eyes, asking about Rowdy his Jack Russell dog and Paula, his daughter.
Lewis immediately relayed the news to us here in Lake City. My sister, a VA Hospice nurse in Lake City, immediately called the ward and told them to please not neglect him, as he was off all monitors and medications, in preparation for the transfer today to Lake City.
Today my sister and her daughter Allison Vendig from Dallas rode down and saw for ourselves this miracle. He continued to talk at length, sleep, talk. Mostly it was mumbled and difficult to understand. The staff of doctors,interns and students making rounds were moved, calling it a miracle.
My father made the journey to Lake City without incident. We took Rowdy, his beloved dog up to him. His words were sweet and clear, Bless Your heart! Bless your heart!
How much time remains for my father, only the Savior knows. The time he has given us we are deeply grateful for. His mercy endures and humbles me. I thank everyone who entered into prayer for my father and the trials our family has joyfully and steadily encountered since August of 2009.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Olustee Pine

by john clare

In tintypes fade the grand march to final end,
To Olustee's hallowed field the long ranks wend-
The boys in blue languish a looming decoration day,
As soon the grey ranks fall in sands eternal stay.

Who shall recall the time of their demise?
Who will cradle their love with downcast eyes?
Curse Olustee! The day we marched into thy pines!
Be kind Oh stranger! Your darling once was mine.

And from the heart pine fires a wisp does arise,
Thunders deafen to peel back the trembling skies.
On dawns dream begins the battalions terrible charge,
Sickles poised the killer angels to reap a harvest large.

Then through the sulfur mists comes the conquering foe,
As brighter,brighter the warm hearth of home glows.
Into the arms of love one by one the soldiers are flung.
Bless Olustee! To darlings dear we have at last come!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Baptism by Fire

Though the photograph is worn, my fathers suit was really not mottled! though many at FIRST Methodist Lake City bristled when he said he got his clothes from Goodwill. My father reluctantly accepted the position in Lake City after turning down Quincy. He had spent ten wonderful years at Williston and he was weary of being sent to dead churches in need of reviving.
My dad was never a good fit at the Lake City FIRST United Methodist, rampant with entrenched families of means, wealth and power.
He clashed with the music directors, who insisted on high church music only, never the Cokesbury revival hymns and spiritual songs of Fanny Crosby and Stebbens.
Through much acrimony, my father's final pastoral ship in Lake City came to a conclusion in 1979. His text was Matthew 16:24, Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. He concluded by reading the entire chapter 5 from FIRST Peter, June 2, 1979 at 7PM.
In this photograph are Allison, Paula and Frank Powers first child. Rev Carl Schaeffer, who followed my father at FIRST church holds Allison. When the time in the service came for us to go up front for her baptism, Rev Shaeffer had to stall. Frankie, as usual, was late. Finally he arrived, and the christening service could proceed! I capitalized FIRST for I remember well the first service, when Mr Clements introduced my father. The inflection in Mr Clements voice would rise when he repeatedly said FIRST church. It was amusing to us country bumpkins in awe of the grandeur of FIRST church.
Though the church held many high church members, the majority were salt of the earth, humble, loving souls and my father connected with them, as he had over the years in so many humble homes and hamlets throughout his ministry.
In 1983 my father formed the Luther R Stokes Evangelistic Association with the majority of his support coming from the members of FIRST church. He went on to preach in many of the small churches he said could not afford an evangelist to come to their church.
From get thee behind me Satan in Matthew 16:23 to the glorious "And when the chief Shepherd shall appear, ye shall receive a crown of glory that fadeth not away" of I Peter 5! But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you."
He that is FIRST shall be last.

Asbury Secretary

In 1966 my dad accepted the position of Alumni Association Secretary as Asbury College, Wilmore, Kentucky, where he and my mother graduated in 1950.
We lived in a brick duplex on campus behind the President's home at Asbury, Dr. ZT Johnson. Dr Johnson and my dad became dear friends through the years, spending many happy times together, especially during Dr.Johnson's trips to Florida. Dr Johnson was like a father to my father, giving him counsel. It was my honor when I was able to attend Asbury for one year, to live with Dr Johnson in one of his upstairs bedrooms. His wife had recently died and I was able to be a companion to Dr Johnson in his lonely times.
My father was only Alumni director for two years at Asbury, as he returned to the United Methodist Ministry in Williston, Florida in June of 1967.
It was during a revival that Dr Johnson was conducting for my father in 1975 that I became a called one of Christ. It was soon after that I went to Asbury for the Junior year. Blessed times. Sacred memories.