My heart desires to continue to praise God for the work He has accomplished within me in these days. I have thanked Him in private and public, but today I want to thank Him in "print." With a slice of cheesecake on my left, the Psalms on my right and a computer on my lap, I ask you to join me in giving Him glory once again. In the tradition of Hebrew poetry, I offer the following:
A severe mercy was granted me,
A thousand chances to crucify self were mine.
Baffling thoughts troubled me,
Buffeted beliefs confused me.
Cries from your saints came before You,
Calls for intervention were heard by You.
Daily, we begged You for "one touch."
Determined, we persisted like Luke's widow.
Every morning we arose by Your grace,
Every night we slept in Your care.
For weeks we heard only Your silence, O Lord;
For months we searched our souls.
Gone were the quick solutions and trite theology.
Glaring in the mirror of our souls, we faced our own questions.
Help from Your throne seemed to be delayed,
Healing from Your hand seemed to be denied.
I determined to declare your goodness in pain,
I was driven to new depths of the soul.
Journals of ancient saints gave me comfort, while
Judgment from a few current saints gave me pause.
Knowing Your Word gave me stability.
Keeping Your Word gave me hope.
Love flowed to me from Your beautiful bride,
Likenesses of You were seen in Your precious people.
Many believed for me when my faith faltered,
More heard of my cry, and joined my prayer.
Never did You leave me, never did You abandon me.
Now I can see that You were always present.
Opening Your hand in Your sovereign time
Opened my throat after such a dry season.
Quiet tears stream down my face, as
Quenching water flows past my lips.
Rejoicing hearts join in our joy,
Resounding praise ascends to Your throne.
Senegal's darkness is pierced by a joy-burst,
School room questions are answered in truth.
Tears fall into Iraqi sands,
Testimony is heard behind Israel's walls.
Under the Fiji sun, joy finds companionship.
Under an Oregon rain, stories of Your kindness are told.
Very young voices give praise to their Daddy.
Via Twitter and Facebook, many echo their song.
Windows open to Black Forest shouts.
Widows rejoice as their pastor-son swallows.
Extreme gratitude is due You, O Great One.
Excited rejoicing arises to Your throne.
Yes! We will continue to celebrate Your goodness.
Yes! We will always declare Your praise.
Zeal for Your glory ascends from our grateful hearts.
Zeal for our good descends from Your generous throne.
Praise be to the Lord, the All-Wise God
Who is always with us, but ever beyond us;
Ever revealing Himself to us, but always hidden in mystery.
Praise Him, young and old.
Praise Him, near and far.
He has revealed Himself to His servant.
He has displayed His glory to His undeserving one.
Well, the last bite of cheesecake is in my mouth (praise God again!) and the last moments are left on my laptop battery. Meanwhile, my Bible will stay open and my mouth will stay full of praise…and food (hopefully in that order.)
Talk to you again soon.
On the journey with you,
John



Forever grateful.
Wow! That's amazing!!!!!! I think I "got" almost every allusion in the psalm you wrote.
God is amazing and He has used you amazingly!
I continue to pray!
Happy "I know what" Birthday to Joanna!
Susan G.
Happy Birthday Jo!!
I have heard bits and pieces of your struggles over the past years through my family in Mt. Lake. I still haven't heard or read enough to know what this turn-around looks like for you and how permanent it is...maybe you don't know either, but it gives me great joy to know that your seemingly endless suffering has given you a reprieve. Reading your poem leaves me grateful for the simple act of swallowing. Also, I gotta stop whining about...everything.
I wish I had known you better when you lived in Mt. Lake, because your courage and faith are inspiring to me now. God's blessings on you John. Would love to have coffee with you some day!
Terry
The woman said that you were just improving your ability to control or wait to spit. I didn't buy it - I (Polly Anna) wanted to look at it with much more optimism and I believed that you were better - much better. And I told her that day that God is good and that I really believed that you WOULD swallow again.
Then within that evening or the next (I pray for you every night)I prayed that you would have improvement on your swallowing; even if only a little for your enjoyment and to give you a blessing related to your swallowing..
You know in all this time, I never prayed for that; I was more of a generalist in my John & Joanna prayers, but I figured that after this long - God would understand if I prayed for something more specific...
Now, I don't think that it was necessarily "my prayer" that was the one that got answered, mind you I am not that egotistical. BUT I have to tell you ... IT SURE FEELS GOOD TO SHARE IN YOUR JOY!!!
...HOW GREAT IS OUR GOD? Sing to me...
Just a thought . . .
We know that our God answers prayer, but so often it seems that prayers go un-prayed. I guess you are right that it might not have necessarily been your prayer that God answered. HOWEVER . . . What if it was?!?!?!?!?!?
May all of us never cease to pray!!!!!!!! For our God hears our prayers and answers them.
You keep prayin', Sister!
Amen! And Amen!!!!!
Susan G.
I began my comment with Joanna's name because... It's your birthday!!! As Logan sang today "Oh, Happy Day, Happy Day!" I hope someone baked you a cake and I hope John got to eat a piece of it.
Now Mr. Psalmist, on to you. I must say, my weird side immediately came out when I started reading your psalm. I saw the word "buffeted" and thought immediately of a buffet like you eat at
But seriously, you made Psalms more real to me. I like them and get a lot out of them in the Bible, but as I read yours, I was so there. As the word spread through Twitter and Facebook... thinking of your Mom rejoicing as her son can now eat. I think this will be one of the best Mother's Day ever for Melba. I could go line by line, but instead I will just say thank you John. Thank you for another brilliant blog that I will treasure. Swallow on friend, swallow on.
Dudster
Ethan (age 7)
Your Psalm is dazzling and should be passed down through the ages. Thank you!
Love to you and Joanna and my wishes and prayers for the best family gatherings EVER,
Natalie
Shannon Campbell
Maybe the key lesson in it all is that you must continue writing.
Glory, Father, Glory!
Love and Praises,Linda Ayres
Wonder where you took bites of the cheesecake along the way. Thank you for your artful sharing. And we can never praise our great God enough for the miraculous things He's doing among us and will continue to do. Journey on and we'll delight to ride with you.
Tammy L.
We continue to rejoice with you!!
Heather
You encourage me!
I have followed your story and have been deeply moved by your postings. I identify with you as a fellow pastor; we're even the same age. But none of your postings have brought me hope like your posting on the 28th. As I have come to the agonizing yet inevitable decision to surrender my dream of pastoring, my faith has dimmed and sputtered to where I confess that it's painful when people tell me they are praying for me; yet another reminder of unanswered petitions. But your postings on the 28th and 29th and 2nd have given me a new determination to hope that maybe, someday, I will pastor again.
Thank you. And thank You, Jesus, Healer.
Mike
We rejoice with you John and Joanna for His answers to your prayers and those of His people. Thanks for your Psalm of Praise - a God-given gift of expressing in word your thoughts and experiences. May Praise and Worship continue as the healing process moves forward. How wonderful it is to experience taste and the ability to swallow once again! PTL! Blessings on both of you!
That is great news that you are able swallow again. It was great to hear and I am celebrating for you- it was just further assurance that God listens to our prayers. I wanted to take the opportunity to say thank you for sharing your story and journey. The only thing I could think to do when you got sick was to run since you couldn’t do that anymore and pray while I was out on the road. It has been well over 400 straight days but setting aside that time to pray for you and for others has changed my life. I’ve had some pretty horrible runs in that time but I just remind myself that you would be happy to be able to run at all. I hope you are able to run again at some point and maybe I can run alongside. Thank you for being a good teacher and using your trials to teach others. I am counting on you to continue teaching us and challenging us in our walks.