All Saints Church, Circa 1767 & 2011

with a back drop of deep azure, the mild autumn breeze

gently brushed the Spanish moss

as i looked out over the old church cemetery

kneeling in the stillness of the colonial edifice

the quiet interrupted by passing cars

i sought a refreshing touch

as my weary soul reflected on pilgrimage

from a place of immeasurable blessing

emerges a constant nagging, holy discontent

how to comprehend the tension

guided, protected, provided, forgiven, healed, restored

overwhelmed, favored, gifted, loved

all countered by an ambivalent longing

“There must be more than this!”

“The peace that passes all understanding keep…”

i hear the priests down through the ages

facing these weathered pews

i hear me saying it

so often a so familiar routine

that it wisps past my heart, my mind

yet passing my understanding, my mind, my consciousness

the Master whispers deep within

“My peace I leave with you.” “Peace, be still!”

“These things I have spoken unto you,

that in me you might have peace.”

“I extend peace to you like a river and

the glory of the nations like an overflowing stream.”

i sigh deeply, thinking shamefully of a life too often lived

frenetically without trust in His future grace

“Grace and peace through our Lord Jesus Christ”

the phrase echoing in my heart, strangely

synonymous with a call to repentance

Your grace and peace seem fleeting, Father, only

because in my pride and self-centeredness

i have left my first love

“Come, come let us return to the Lord!”

“If you return to me, I will restore you!”

and so i bow, arms resting on the pew

my soul cries, my heart aches, my body weeps

i glance up towards the altar

my eyes rest upon the lone candle

its flame flickering within the red sconce

“may its brightness never dim” – reads the plaque

again I hear my Prince, my Captain, my King…

“I am the light of the world.” “I am your light.”

the shadows, the ambivalence, the discontent, the tension

all fade, if only for the moment

for until i gaze upon Him face to face

i still see through this mortal veil

awaiting that day when He wipes away every tear

removes all mourning, crying and pain

i will give thanks for the respite of this hallowed place

knowing that even this historic “permanence”

will pass away when He makes all things new

“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
you have loosed my sackcloth & clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever!”

- mark d. cooke, 10-24-11

The Throne of God - Parts 1 & 2

Part 1.

the trees creak and moan

the rustling leaves sound like angelic music

black birds soar and glide on mighty currents

swaying limbs bow before the Lord of the Dance

the dogwoods have faded – azaleas soon to follow

everywhere behind the camouflage of spring

the choral cries of feathered creatures

hovering over all

a vast canopy of Carolina blue

in my mind i go back to something ageless, ancient

a place that calls to me – draws me

a deep, eternal, internal beckoning.

the pull of my earthly homeland

pales before this celestial longing.

still the natural gives me murky reflections

of what is to come.

rows and rows of man’s brick and mortar,

the appearance of permanence

that will in a moment crumble

much like my own earthly tent

boys on bicycles and butterflies in bushes

shadow – substance - temporal – eternal

yesterday – the boy was me

today – the butterfly calls to my aging frame

of new creations.

tomorrow – no more dimly lit mirrors

now – I stare at the heavens

and with all creations declaring His praises

i behold the Throne of God.

mark d. cooke, 04/01/1997

Part 2

“I saw the Throne room!” i sensed the awe in her voice

as man’s technology conveyed her words

from Raleigh to my study

The Throne room … seen through the eyes of the Spirit

where the temporal gives way

to a far more permanent yet invisible realm

a mere glimpse to shatter all earthly care

have I not captured

shadows of its image with the naked eye?

is this possible? all around an autumn blaze

declares the craftsmanship of Creator Spirit

brooding over His dominion

the anticipation of a world aflame with that same Spirit

every tree a reflection of the one tree

every stream pointing to the River

every blade of grass crying out

“I will fade, but His word endures…”

animal sounds, insect vibrations

the restless noises of man in motion

in totality there emanates a message

“Something is coming! Something is coming!

Something is coming!”

there is a destination to all of this

a deep blue October sky

a phone call from a friend

reflections in the Book,

words from anointed messengers

all beckoning me to prophesy to the wind

“Come breath of God! Give us life. Prepare us to see… the Throne of God.”

mark d. cooke 10/30/1997

Parched Under a New Moon: A Cry for True Revival

Parched Under a New Moon: A Cry for True Revival

maybe i should call a shrink – get a prescription or something

it hasn’t been lengthy – not days, weeks or months

but it has been creeping up for some time

and the depth of the darkness is uncharted and frightening

disconnect and disintegration on every level

the extroverted initiator has no initiative left

the resilient gauge is on empty

there are those who seek to reassure me…

“You’re a good man, brother.” “You’re not a failure as a father.”

“You’re a gifted servant & preacher.” “You truly are a man of God.”

i’ve heard this and more, so…

it’s not that i’m void of outward affirmation

but it all goes thud

against the iron gates of a disoriented psyche

is this shallow, mediocre self-absorption - too much navel gazing?

or am i failing to deal with deeper matters?

“Failure” - that’s the millstone

moral, spiritual, financial, relational, vocational

the weight presses against my chest as i gasp for breath

damn, i’m tired of this treadmill

how many times – fatigue, frustration, sin and i’m down on my knees

confessing, relinquishing, crying out

rising - renewed, refreshed, forgiven, cleansed

here i am again, at the end of myself? - probably not

a friend’s 51 year old brother had a stroke last week (i’m 51)

suddenly weakened, paralyzed, anxious, helpless

after years of robust self-sufficiency

maybe my soul has had a stroke – a spiritual blood clot

hitting the cerebral cortex of my inner man

and if the joy of the Lord is my strength

it’s no wonder that i’m so weary

but where do i go for an energy boost?

counterfeit, charismatic crap on one side

arrogant, condescending, lifeless ritual on the other

“clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right…”

here i am, stuck in the middle with me

i know, i know, “it’s not about me” but i’m the only me i’ve got

and i think i need an extreme makeover

“I am exceedingly afflicted; revive me, O LORD, according to Thy word.”

“A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.”

Lord, i thirst!

mark d. cooke, 9-3-08

WE PRESS ON: A WOUNDED HEALER’S RESOLVE: (Revelation 22:1-5)

we found you shivering in the cold

wounded and abandoned

we drew near, embracing with His Healing Touch

walking in transparency and grace

the windows to our souls swung wide before you

an offering of spiritual intimacy and friendship

affirmation for a damaged pilgrim

longing to recapture significance and destiny

who could know the depth of the pain?

the debilitating rejection

“They must not know.” “I will recover; I will conquer!”

so we trod on with “our heavenly callings” –

“our ministries”

closing the shutters on that part of the soul

needing His Piercing Light more than any other

seeing through a glass darkly

we observe only the edges of this severe turbulence

the scars of our own journey dim our vision

we naively move towards you

thinking we see more than we do

the tremor hits us unaware,

a scream from that shut off place

the knees buckle from the shock

transparency is always a risky thing

the alternative, though, is simply a slow withering death

to walk naked in His Revelation and Light

love, acceptance and forgiveness

must rise along the same path

as our fears, self-doubts and failures

the discarding of the carnal baggage for His Healing Balm

requires grace, community and a lifetime

forever hindered by

the deceptive presence of false wholeness

“I have recovered…that’s behind me now…I’m over that”

“I can see clearly now the rain is gone”

we want to be there – recovered, made whole

so we convince ourselves, believe the words

and we cope - fabricating the tattered remains

into a patchwork picture of restoration

we walk it out, looking fine in the mirror

and to others, until…

until the light of His Glory shines

and the demons in the dark places cry out

lashing out at the instruments of His Peace

vulnerable vessels of His Grace

fleshing out their own transformation

wounded healers being healed themselves

by the River of Life

we move away in bewilderment and wonder

the barriers erected in our brokenness

are not easily overcome

still - we press on

knowing that the healing is in the oil not the vessel

and all gives way when He pours

Mark D. Cooke - 01/28/1998 - Revised, 3/19/2007

The Great Physician is Healing Today

“Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out demons. Freely you received, freely give.” – Jesus of Nazareth to His disciples (Matthew 10:8)

On June 11 & 12 of this year, over 200 doctors, from around the world, gathered in Brisbane, Australia for a conference entitled “Spirituality & Medicine”. With much documentation they heard testimonies and reports of miraculous healings all across the globe and made presentations on how Faith & Medicine are partners, not adversaries in the process of healing.

It is not uncommon to meet someone, know of someone, or even be that someone who has had a miraculous, healing touch, and “somehow beat the odds” of a severe diagnosis, and yet we still live in a rationalistic, skeptical society where speaking of the power of faith, if not frowned upon, is certainly seen as shallow or naïve.

In the fall of 1987 while serving a church in Charleston, SC, God confronted my own skepticism (and arrogance) in a most dramatic way.

I was the main speaker for Charleston Southern University’s Campus Ministry retreat, and I had just completed a number of sessions on “Living the Spirit Empowered Life”. The retreat had gone well, and I was feeling quite pleased with the students’ responses and their reception of me, when a young lady, who was actually a very new Christian, approached me.

“I really appreciated all you had to share with us, and think what you shared is true. But I have one question.”

“Yes?”

“If what you taught is true, shouldn’t we pray for Marty’s knee?”

(Marty Youngblood was the full-time Campus Pastor who had torn his knee ligaments the day before the retreat playing volleyball, but since he was in charge of the retreat, he came on crutches, swollen knee in pain, and pumped full of meds.)

Marty was standing nearby, as I responded sheepishly, “Well, yes, I guess we should. Marty, can you come over here? Do you mind if we prayed for you?” What did he have to lose? Several other students gathered round; we unwrapped Marty’s knee; I gingerly laid my hand on it and began to pray.

In disbelief I literally felt the kneecap move & the swelling go down, and in amazement (and equal disbelief), Marty ran across the lawn and back, completely healed and restored.

That was the beginning of a lifelong journey, where God has continued to strip me of pride & faithlessness, and I continue to grow bolder in expecting & believing that the Great Physician is healing people today.

Do people get healed every time I pray? No. But since that retreat almost 25 years ago, I have been blessed to see many touched by the healing grace of God, all around the world, and I pray more expectantly, believing the Church’s testimony that “Jesus Christ is the same, yesterday, today and forever.”

Almost 2,000 years ago Jesus declared about his ministry, “the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear, the dead are raised up, the poor have good news preached to them.” And today, doctors in Brisbane, along with many others, make that same declaration.

God’s healing grace is closer than you think. May you know He’s healing touch today!

July 5, 2011

Mark D. Cooke

The Fasting Healing Journey

Well, it usually doesn't turn out the we way plan it. Thankfully, His plans can preempt mine and turn out much better, even though often mystifying.

I began the journey of a water fast back in mid-January, but after three days, I was so weak that I began doing other liquids, including fruit-vegetable smoothies.

Then an amazing thing happened; a dear pastor from the inner city, who I had begun a relationship with over the last year, calls me.

"Preacher, (what he calls me) the Spirit has been stirring in me, and He's told me to stand with you."

"Wow, Bishop, (he oversees a network of Pentecostal churches) that's awesome! I need all the support I can get."

"No, no, you don't understand. I'm going to stand with you. We're going to do a water fast together."

How do you respond to that? How do you say no?

Humbled, I simply said, "Okay. What do we do?"

"We're going to go on a 14 day water fast, starting Monday (January 31); we'll tell our wives but not announce it to our people."

So other than a few folks close to us that needed to know, on Monday we dove in. The first week saw diminished strength daily but also greater endurance.

I am a runner (4 to 5 miles 4 days a week), and the first week looked liked this - 1st day, 4 1/2 miles - 2nd day, 3 1/2 - 3rd day, 3 - 4th day, 2 and in week two no running at all.

You might think that this was motivated by a deep spiritual desire, but the truth is I had told God after the cancer diagnosis, "You do Your part, and I'll do mine."

So I was simply trying to cleanse this temple that dwells in such a toxic environment (preservatives, chemicals, processed foods,etc.), and it is quite interesting how much the "C" word in our culture of death can motivate one to make changes that you know are long overdue.

Week two was quite a challenge, to say the least - smack dab in the middle - Anglican Mission's Winter Conference! Travel, days filled with speakers, worship, meetings, ministry, sharing with friends and colleagues, AND fellowship with our leadership team at restaurants!

I really can't tell you how much club soda I drank, and how much lovely food I watched others eat, but it wasn't the visual images (whether on TV or in person) that assault my weakened state; it was always the aromas! Nevertheless, we persevered!

I was very grateful that on the last day of the fast (Sunday), we had a guest speaker, because I was pretty wobbly, but we made it!

The whole experience was overwhelming, as I literally felt the Lord's healing grace hold me, sustain, cleanse me and lift my earth bound perspective.

So I was quite surprised when me next PSA test came back higher than the previous one, before not just the fast, but the many weeks of a Daniel fast (no dairy, no meat, no sugar, no caffeine, no processed grains, no preservatives).

"You're kidding me!" was my response when the doctor called. I was truly shocked!

So where do we go from here? First, I said, "Okay, Lord, I know You're healing me; how's it supposed to happen?" The answer, "Keep praying, keep believing, keep trusting, keep surrounding yourself with me and people of faith, keep cleansing your temple, and allow my gift of medicine to work too."

And that's right where we are!

One final though for this post - The love, prayers & faith of Jane, Bishop Thomas, our Healing Grace family and our dear brothers & sisters in New Bern, Charleston and around the world, have done more than just sustain me; they have lifted me up into a greater measure of His glorious presence!

"Thanks be to God!"

The Cupbearer

The Cupbearer (Overwhelmed)

he is a simple cupbearer, but in his spirit

he heard the voice of the King, “Go!”

“There is a distant, ancient outpost

long harassed and menaced by my foes.”

“My people there are beaten down, wearied and oppressed

their gates burned, their walls in ruins.”

“Go! Encourage My people, rebuild the walls,

hang the gates, retake the land.”

generals among his band of brothers exhort him,

“This is our King’s decree!”

other cupbearers declare, “You are the one.”

even his beloved companion confirms,

“The King has equipped us for this day.”

so cupbearer heeds the call

bids farewell to family and friends

with beloved companion at his side

makes the trek to the troubled garrison

what greets him overwhelms him – a tattered remnant

hostile environment, scattered rogue servants

and an enemy that has swept the field

the immensity of the task quickly presses upon him

overwhelmed, he wrestles through a sleepless night

in the spirit, like Elijah’s still small voice, the King comes

“My son, what weighs on your soul this night?”

“My Lord, I am but a cupbearer; what can I do here?”

in the haze of vision, the King touches his shoulder

“What is that in your hand, Valiant Warrior?”

“Your cup, My Lord.”

“Drink from My cup, and know.”

cupbearer gazes at what looks like blood

raises the chalice to his lips, imbibes deeply

instantly it flows throughout – liquid fire surging

through his veins, his bones, his psyche, his soul

the divine elixir of the King’s New Wine

washing out nagging fears & lingering doubts

washing in a confidence & peace – anchored to the one

that has commissioned this assignment

cupbearer wakes, his beloved companion at his side

the task still dauntingly before him

adversaries remain encamped without

the gates and walls still in ruins

the garrison few in number

but cupbearer has heard the voice of his King and

by the power of the King’s Spirit, he wraps himself

in a peace that passes understanding

with the natural eye, all still overwhelms

but his inner man now rises with resolve

a simple cupbearer, yes, but serving a mighty King

and he whom the King calls and sends

must drink deep, drink often and rest in His work

“The LORD will fulfill His purpose for me.” – Psalm 138:8

“Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us.” – Ephesians 3:20

mark d. cooke, in New Bern, NC, 1-18-10