♥~ RONALD POPPO . . . RUDY EUGENE ~♥

But whoso hath this world’s good, and seeth his brother have need,

and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him,

how dwelleth the love of God in him?
~ 1 John 3:17 ~ 

 The jokes fly . . .

The ridicule rampant.

Two sick young men from Lewistown, Pennsylvania, both with a perverted sense of humor, post his severely damaged, unrecognizable face on a facebook profile page they proudly created for the sole purpose of poking fun at him.  They think they’re funny.  They are not.

May the Lord have mercy on their souls . . .

Sadly . . . sick minds laugh at his picture.  They load it on to their phones only to proudly show it off to others to prove they’re someone, in that they’ve got the “real deal”.  His face—completely gone.

WHAT THE YOU-KNOW-WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?

He was someone’s JOY when he was born. A cute baby, sitting in his high chair eating his baby food, as his mother lovingly fed him by spoon.  He cutely crawled, until he learned to walk, and his parents were so proud to have him as their son.  He is someone’s brother, cousin, father, friend.

HE IS GOD’S CREATED WORKMANSHIP.

HE WAS FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE.

He grew up with his siblings, in a nice neighborhood.  Attended a very prestigious high school in lower Manhattan, and received honors for he had an above average IQ of 129.

He is now a man without a face.

His name?

R O N A L D    P O P P O

Somewhere in life, he encountered pain, loss, and grief.

For 30 years, he endured the harshness that comes from being a homeless person, living on the streets.  Daily surviving heartless people hurling insults at him as they drive by, screaming at him to get a job, looking down their prideful noses at him as if he is somehow less than . . .

He is a person—homeless or not—God loves him, and we should all do the same.

He matters.

People harshly pass by him as if he is nothing, all the while refusing to reach into their wallets, purses, and deep pockets to retrieve and to assist with a measly contribution of a one-dollar bill to help him get a bottle of water, a burger, or a beer if he so chose.

Little to no kindness in their hearts, sadly they refuse him, ridicule him, and revile him.

Despite his life’s circumstances, and behind the gruesome damage done to his face, therein lies a soul, a spirit, a life—loved and created by our Dearest Lord.

It is only by the Grace of God that I am who I am . . .

But by the Grace of God, I am what I am . . .
~ 1 Corinthians 15:10
~

On Saturday, May 26, his entire world would forever change.

Enter in Rudy Eugene . . .

Another lost soul, Rudy Eugene’s car had broken down, and he was on foot.  He wandered through the streets of a hot Miami morning, while tearing his clothes off and throwing them into traffic.

As he came upon a sleeping RONALD POPPO, lying in the shade on a hot sidewalk off of Miami’s MacArthur Causeway, he stripped Mr. Poppo of his clothing from the waist down, and began savagely beating him.  Rudy chewed his face off beyond recognition.  Mr. Poppo’s face is one-fifth intact, with 75 to 80% of his face completely and forever gone. No nose, no mouth, his left eye forever missing.  His face now consists of his right eye and chin only.

While the event was MOST CERTAINLY DEMONIC in nature, Rudy was known to always have read his Bible, quote scripture, and was nicknamed, “Preacher Man”.  It is reported that he went everywhere with his Bible tucked in his arm. Why, he even attended Bible Study, as recently as Thursday, May 24.  You see, Rudy Eugene was known to have loved the Lord.

He, too, was someone’s young bouncy baby boy, full of joy as he entered this world.

Dismally, he is now gone.  His loss of life is nothing short of the sadness that pours through many a heart than that for an unconscious Mr. Poppo.  Although Mr. Poppo is alive, he is likely to suffer the rest of his life—the psychological damage being the worst of his pain from injuries sustained.

I cannot even begin to imagine what Mr. Eugene’s life would have been like if he had lived to face his fate of a jury trial, prison, etc. He, too, would have had to live with the psychological damage for the rest of his young life.  He was only 31—a spry little one-year old the year Mr. Poppo went homeless.

The doctors assigned to treat Mr. Poppo are doing everything they possibly can to reconstruct his face as he lies alone in a hospital room—unconscious.  They gather together to discuss and plan their next course of action, in a room full of their gifts from our Lord—gifts of intelligence, wisdom, college degrees from various medical schools, and decades-long of combined years of experience.

Facebook pages have been set up in support of this tender man who was so gruesomely harmed and damaged beyond recognition.  There are prayer groups, and pages set up for donations towards his medical care, of which could run as high as $200,000.

If you are like me, one who has a tender heart for these men, and would like to make a donation to help with the costs of Mr. Poppo’s medical care, click on this link:  Give Forward – Ronald Poppo Recovery

While there is no telling how long he will lie in critical condition before they can begin the work necessary to reconstruct his precious face, they fear infection might perhaps set in, as the germs from the mouth of Mr. Eugene are likely to spread germs and bacteria.

The earth spins, people go on about their lives, while this poor man lies unconscious in a hospital bed all alone–injured beyond recognition. Who of you care enough to stop for five minutes of your day to pray for this man? His name—RONALD POPPO.

Would you also mind keeping Mr. Rudy Eugene’s family and friends in vigilant prayer as they try to find the peace, comfort, and answers as they sort through the piecing together of the shocking, horrific news on the unexpected loss of their loved one.

~ Torn pages of his Bible, strewn about . . . the remaining pages of his intact Bible lie flapping and lightly flowing in the soft, gentle breeze alongside his lifeless body and a severely damaged Mr. Poppo . . . it is a scene no movie producer could have better scripted. ~

. . . THE LORD BE WITH YOU ALL. ~♥

But whoso hath this world’s good, and seeth his brother have need,

and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?

~ 1 John 3:17 ~

Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of theworld:

he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.

~ John 8:12 ~

~ ♥ ~

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,

against powers, against the rulers of the darknessof this world,

against spiritual wickedness in high places.

~Ephesians 6:12~

~ ♥ ~

~God’s Gracie Girl~ ✿

♥ •.¸.•´♥ ¯`♥(❀◠‿◠)♥.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥

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There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood

As I sat in church one Sunday morning, under the teaching of  Charles Carrin, he shared aloud these touching words, and I will never, ever, ever forget the surge of emotions that ran deeply through my soul.  His eyes welled up with tears (as did mine) while he recited aloud with such deep, sincere conviction, the words to William Cowper’s poem/hymn, “There is a Fountain Filled with Blood”.

He described  with passionate detail of our wonderful Saviour’s selfless act and gift of love, mercy, and grace.  It was for our redemption that He went to die on that cross; and, it was for our crimson-stained sins.  ~ Forgiveness was the name of the game.

I’ve since been fascinated with the life of William Cowper.  He was a godly man who, like so many of us, suffered with deep bouts of depression, but like us, never gave up, nor lost sight of who God was to him, and who God is–the great I AM! ~ AMEN.

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.

E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,
For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!
’Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine.

~ William Cowper

In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and for uncleanness.

~Zechariah 13:1~

 ~♥~

~God’s Gracie~

; )

~♥~

~ Grace, Grace, and MORE Grace! ~

Awakening! ~ Bible Verses – Ephesians 5:14

LIKE THE RISING SUN THAT SHINES . . .
FROM THE DARKNESS COMES A LIGHT!
I HEAR YOUR VOICE . . .
THIS IS MY AWAKENING! ♥

As I sat at my computer earlier today, I was queuing up a song with which to jam while I got ready to do a little housework.

As I queued up Hillsong United’s “Awakening”, I took notice as to how much I liked the lyrics–so much so that I wanted to post them as my facebook status. Unbeknownst to me, simultaneously, my facebook pal was posting this picture (sans decorative verbiage).

The words to the song were such a perfect fit, that I decided to share them here with you.

Oh! Here is Hillsong United’s “Awakening” video for you to enjoy!

Awakening

In our hearts Lord
In this nation
Awakening

Holy Spirit
We Desire
Awakening

For You and You alone
Awake my soul
Awake my soul and sing

For the world You love
Your will be done
Let Your will be done in me

In Your presence
In Your power
Awakening

For this moment
For this hour
Awakening

Like the rising sun that shines
From the darkness comes a light
I hear Your voice say
This is my awakening

Like the rising sun that shines
Awake my soul
Awake my soul to sing

From the darkness comes a light
Awake my soul
Awake my soul to sing

Only You can raise a life
Awake my soul
Awake my soul to sing

~♥~

God’s Gracie Girl

: )

Pre-1910 illustration by Leonid Pasternak of L...

Awake thou that sleepest,

and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.

~Ephesians 5:14~

~♥~