My name is Peter, I like everyone else out there, am a son of God, and what may have granted me a bit of favor, is the fact that for whatever grace I have been granted, maybe it was perhaps a combination of upbringing or perhaps just plain luck, I have always seemed to know it.
From my earliest memory I have always walked and talked with God, but those who know me the best will be the first to tell you that my actions didn’t always show it. For the longest time in my life, maybe even until just recently I have had at least one foot firmly planted in the world.
These next few words are not going to be a regurgitation of my life, or even an ill attempt to give someone else some hard felt lesson that I my feel I have survived, but I am merely going to attempt to tell you, in as few words as possible, who Peter is;
Peter was a man who grew up in modest if even poor surroundings, and while he had never really suffered through a hungry day, or a night without a warm, safe, and secure place to rest, in his entire life, abundance was not something that he was able to call friend, a least not until he was nearly an adult.
I guess looking at that scenario, one might say, that considering everything he did receive, a reassessment may be in order, and perhaps Peter probably should consider himself quite rich.
He was always blessed with many unique talents, artistic, a variety of creative abilities that most would have given a right leg to poses. But unfortunately his growing up on the south side of the tracks, left him with a deep routed need to never risk waking up one day as a starving artist.
Denying one’s talents, and more importantly one’s God given gifts, probably in hindsight, represents the greatest application of pride, it is feeling one knows it better than God, when it comes to what is best for a person.
Medicine always seemed to be the easiest way to an almost guaranteed financial situation.
Twenty two years of providing Physical Therapy in his own office, well our guy would always find it difficult to take orders from others, but having a practice in a primarily service oriented venue, he found himself basically taking orders from everyone. Funny how things turn out.
Who knows if it was unrealized dreams, like an unfinished painting stuffed quietly away in an attic, silhouetted ideas, oils half painted visions represented in a person’s never quite fulfilled gap that seems to reside in the softer shadowed areas we call the heart.
I have always noticed one of the world’s greatest mysteries seems to be the fact that this world’s most powerful romantics find themselves to be the least satisfied with simple pleasures, and it was no different for Peter.
Oh by the way, he was called Pete until just two years ago.
Having the life many dream of, and never quite feeling a sense of satisfaction, seemed to be a garment that Peter wore his entire life.
Eighteen years ago, one or more silent wishes for freedom from a perfect marriage and an equally perfect spouse, was answered with the swift death of his wife and unborn daughter.
Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it, result; leaving you with not only the emptiness of the loss never realized until gone, but also in many a day lingering, the flowing of deep aching guilt.
Walking in the wilderness; the trick about that is, a person may not ever realize exactly what act precipitates this painful adventure that most might call nightmarish, but Peter could tell you from experience that the time frame in which this dry, bone hungering journey started could be pinpointed to almost the day.
A man walks into the wilderness with his own two feet, getting in is the easy part, getting out, now that’s the trick, only God can do that!
Peter would tell you, he probably is still in, but praise God the promise land is within sight!
No need to retell the story of the Grace in which God granted Peter a second chance, you can read about it in “A Vision in the Tub”.
But grace doesn’t end with just seeing Christ, as if that wouldn’t be enough, and even Peter would tell anyone who might have interest in inquiry, that “An entire life spent doing nothing but waiting to see Christ walk across a beautiful lake like Lake Pagosa, would not be a wasted life!” Grace is as unending as it is limitless.
Peter has written much about the various things that God has given him since that glorious day when Christ appeared to him in the water, but something has yet to be told; how did he come to write, and when did he start referring to himself as Peter instead of Pete, and finally what is his Kingdom Assignment.
Today I will share;
After having not one but two visions of Christ, the second labeled “Who’s the Soldier Now?”, and seeing miracle after miracle on a daily basis, Peter started feeling real frustration with the fact that his second marriage divorce was still proceeding forward, and there seemed to be no apparent sign of reprieve.
He clearly thought; “Well God doesn’t like divorce so why wouldn’t He intervene, why would it just appear to be doomed?”
Flagstaff, his home for the last five years had recently been the place where he saw Christ not only once but twice.
He had a dilemma, they had built a life in Flagstaff, it was the only life his children had known, and now his soon to be ex-wife wanted not only to have an immediate divorce, but she wanted to move back to Phoenix, and if he wanted shared custody with his children it looked like his only choice was to move back to.
Phoenix has always represented a dark place for him, (see; “Warriors Come Out and Play”). Not only did he not want to go back to Phoenix, but somehow this represented a defeat.
So back in the tub he goes, again supplicating to God, and it sounded a bit like this; “God tell me what you want me to do?”
But of course he is also giving God a set of choices;
one) go back to Phoenix, back into the failing practice, back to the place I hate,
two) stay in Flagstaff, work there, fight to keep the children there,
three) do both, a few days in Phoenix, and a few in Flagstaff, or
four) give up the therapy all together, do missions?
“Your choice God, just let me know what you want me to do?”
Then as clear as any other time in my life I hear Him say; “I want you to write.”
That wasn’t one of the choices! And anyone who knew him would laugh at that statement, because he doesn’t write, as a matter of fact he even avoid reading most of the time, he has since he was a child.
All he could do was respond; “Write, write what?”
“I will let you know.” God says almost as a matter of fact.
“Why?” Peter says quite confused.
And Jesus says in the sweetest Fatherly voice our young child Peter has ever heard; “Because it is what you do.”
“Oh by the way, I want you to answer to Peter from now on, no more Pete!” Same voice!
“My Kingdom Assignment”
Peter and Anna Colla
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