Friday, March 24, 2017

God, Are You There?
By George Beasley

“Hey Mike, you there?” I whispered.

“Yes, George,” the small voice always answered, “I’m here.” I can’t tell you how much comfort and peace his voice and words brought me in a time of great trouble. 

Being locked in a closet for what seemed to be days was something that was normal for me, and my brother Mike. Each day my mother would drop us off at the day care. After she left, the day care person would smile at us and without question tell us to get into that closet. 

It was so dark and lonely in there. I would go to my corner and pull my knees in tight to my chest and lay my head into my legs. My brother would go to the other side of the closet and sit there with his legs crossed. I could see this right before the door closed, right before the darkness set in.

Each day I would ask that same question, “Mike, are you there.” And he would always respond in his reassuring voice, “Yes, George I am here.” He never asked if I was there, he seemed to be a great deal stronger than me. Perhaps he had been through this darkness before and was now here for me. 

What comfort and assurance I received from Mike’s voice. It was so close. Not many words were spoken, but what was spoken was enough. Mike was there with me in the darkness. That alone gave me the strength to get through each day.

This memory is a recent one for me. It just arrived a few months ago. Having suffered years of abuse in my childhood, memories like these often surface one by one without warning. Why has it come back to me now? 

Over the past few months, I have been reading the Gospel of John. John 6:16-21 caught my attention: That evening Jesus’ disciples went down to the shore to wait for him. But as darkness fell and Jesus still hadn’t come back, they got into the boat and headed across the lake toward Capernaum. Soon a gale swept down upon them, and the sea grew very rough. They had rowed three or four miles when suddenly they saw Jesus walking on the water toward the boat. They were terrified, but he called out to them, “Don’t be afraid. I am here!” Then they were eager to let him in the boat, and immediately they arrived at their destination! (NLT)

Have you ever found yourself overcome with fear? Have you ever encountered such darkness and waves that you’ve cried out, “God, are you there?” 

I’m in that place now. No, it’s not the closet of my youth, but it sure feels like it as my wife, my sweet Lisa, faces the darkness of cancer. She hadn’t been feeling well for quite some time. After many doctor visits, we found ourselves sitting in front of an oncologist. Not a place we ever thought we would be. I’m still a bit numb as I write this now. 

Cancer is never a word you expect to hear. As soon as it was spoken, Lisa and I felt darkness closing in all around us. Crushing our hands together, we silently asked, “God, are you there? Did you hear these results? It’s cancer, God. Cancer!?” 

His answer at first seemed a bit foggy. As a believer I know that yes, of course He is here. But at times I still find myself fighting the darkness and asking why? Why God? Why does it seem that we have to go through one dark closet right after another? How much can we take? 

The release of the memory of my sitting in that closet, dark and lonely for so many days I now understand is for today. It’s a memory God has allowed to surface to bring me, and perhaps you, to a place of peace and comfort. To remind us both that in our dark times we are not alone. He is there with us, never abandoning us, never forsaking us. Always giving us the strength to make it through. Hold on to that hope, to that truth, and let it be your strength and comfort in your dark time. 

It hasn’t been easy, but Lisa and I are finding that place of peace in the darkness as we look to the light of our Savior. Yes, God is with us, and it’s going to be okay no matter the outcome. God is stronger than cancer. He is brighter than the darkest night. He is the healer and the redeemer of life. And He will see us through this dark season, and the next. 

“God, are You here?” 


“Yes, I’m here, George. Don’t be afraid.”

Friday, October 7, 2016

All By Myself

All By Myself 
by George W. Beasley

Life was once full of gloom. There was no hope and no promise of tomorrow, nothing but darkness. It was a very sad time and I felt all by myself. There have been many of these seasons in my life. I have often asked God, why? 

The darkness has been so great at times that life itself seemed to have no value, and to be completely honest I didn't want to go on. I had many friends around me, yet it seemed they were silent even as they spoke. Their words, although rich in understanding and wisdom, couldn’t penetrate my lonely heart. Their hugs, tender in touch, couldn’t waken my soul. Even the voice of my loving wife couldn’t soothe the emptiness inside. I felt all by myself.

I can’t explain these dark seasons other than to say that they are paralyzing. I have asked God numerous times to take my life, but He hasn’t. And I’m thankful. 

During every dark season I wonder if I will ever return to a place of joy and a sound mind. Life seems hopeless, and I cry out to God as the Psalmist David did during his times of loneliness: Turn to me and have mercy, for I am alone and in deep distress. My problems go from bad to worse. Oh, save me from them all! Psalm 25:15-17 (NLT) 

Perhaps you’ve been in this place I am describing. It’s real. Too many people know it and many lose their lives there. I lost a dear friend there last summer. He could not overcome the voices, and the screams of death and destruction, and in the end he took his own life and the life of his wife. 

Even if you haven’t reached this low of a point in your life, everyone has at one time or another felt completely alone. Often, people attempt to mask their loneliness. Some cover it with activities, relationships, attitudes, fashion, beauty, or perhaps even religion. Others numb it with substances, food, or sex… to no avail. 

What’s one to do when seasons of loneliness and despair come? How can one find relief from such pain?

Cry out! 

Cry out to the One who truly understands the depth of your pain. Cry out to the One who is able to penetrate the barrier of your loneliness, fill your empty heart, and rescue your weary soul. Cry out to Jesus. 

When you do, God Himself thunders down from Heaven, bringing with Him light, hope, and life. In His great mercy and grace, He will rescue you from the pit of depression and bring life to your weary soul. He did it for me. His voice broke through my fear; it unyoked me from my guilt and shame. He did it for David. (Read Psalms 18:4-19) And He will do the same for you!

Friend, God has no favorites. What He does for one of His children, He will do for another. Don’t give up on life, no matter how alone you feel. Cry out to God. He will answer you and come to your rescue. Give Him your loneliness and darkness. He will take it and make a beautiful exchange. “You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever! (Psalm 30:11-12)


Psalms 18:4-19
The ropes of death entangled me;
floods of destruction swept over me.
The grave wrapped its ropes around me;
death laid a trap in my path.
But in my distress I cried out to the Lord;
yes, I prayed to my God for help.
He heard me from his sanctuary;
my cry to him reached his ears…
The Lord thundered from heaven;
the voice of the Most High resounded
amid the hail and burning coals….
He reached down from heaven and rescued me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemies,
from those who hated me and were too strong for me.
They attacked me at a moment when I was in distress,
but the Lord supported me.
He led me to a place of safety;
he rescued me because he delights in me.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Waging War by George W. Beasley

No matter what version of the Bible you are reading this passage remains constant in it’s message to followers of Jesus. There is a war and it’s waged against us. 

Revelation 12New Living Translation (NLT)
The Woman and the Dragon

15 Then the dragon tried to drown the woman with a flood of water that flowed from his mouth. 16 But the earth helped her by opening its mouth and swallowing the river that gushed out from the mouth of the dragon. 17 And the dragon was angry at the woman and declared war against the rest of her children—all who keep God’s commandments and maintain their testimony for Jesus.
18 Then the dragon took his stand on the shore beside the sea.

You might think that everything is ok. But, think again. The people we see everyday, the people we meet every day and the people we love everyday are in a battle. For the most part they don't even realize it. They smile, they laugh and they look as though life is good. Even writing this story has had it’s difficulties. I’ve had some strange dreams lately. I’ve been on edge and fighting to find time to write these few words about the enemy waging war against us.    

In war you don't show your weakness, you don't show your struggles. In war you survive. The passage is clear that the enemy is angry and has declared war on all of us who maintain our testimony for Jesus. 

One thing we must remember that we all are jacked up and are a complete mess. We can’t buy into the lie that maintaining our testimony for Jesus means we are perfect. We are not! Standing with our commander “Jesus” is our testimony. No matter where you are right now and what you've done Jesus loves you and is fighting the war with you and for you. He wants you to win! Drop the mask and the unreality and ask your friends for help in this war. Do it together!

Don’t give up! You are close to the victory. The battle is most difficult near the end but let me assure you, you will win. It doesn't even matter if you fall during the battle, our commander, Jesus will pick you up. He will pull you out of that pit, He will stand you on your feet and give you strength to move forward. Jesus loves you!

Think about where you are in life right now. Did you ever think, you would end up here? I never thought this would happen to me? Hell no you didn’t. That’s the war that is raging around you and in your life. It’s a war! Wake up!

So, what’s next? After every battle there is a time of relax, a time of peace. Enjoy those times as the war will continue. Note verse eighteen, the dragon took his stand on the shore beside the sea. The enemy stands but so do we. Get up and fight! 

You might have been knocked down, beat up, broke, busted and disgusted but you are still alive. That means one thing, you are still in the battle, you're not out!  You as a believer already have the victory so claim that. Fight for what you know is true and fight with all your might. 


Stand strong for those that will come after you. They will need you!

Friday, September 18, 2015

Blind Silence

Blind Silence
by George W. Beasley

Silence is deaf in the mist of great storms
All you can hear is the rumble of thunder
The voices scream death 
Your will to live is disappearing 

Where am I
Who can hear me
It’s dark in the silence

Invisible when so many are looking
All I can see is darkness
They see but they won’t help me

Where am I
Who can see me
It’s dark being unseen

There is one who can hear
There is one who can see

Where is He
He is here
What is His Name

Jesus, The Son of God
Your Redeemer 
Your Savior

He loves you
Can you see

He loves you 
Can you hear


Yes! 

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Shooter by George W. Beasley



Why I’ve always ask
Did he pull that trigger that day
Leaving me this way

I’m still so sad after all these years
So many tears, so many years

I often wonder from the front or side
Which way did he die

The voices were loud I know 
Why I’ve always ask

Was it mother or me
Brothers and sisters have suffered so much
The pain goes deep and the voices are loud

Daddy why did you go
Daddy I didn’t know
Why did you go

The pain before the shot must have been loud
The pain after the shot still rings now

Why, I’ve always ask
Couldn't you see
There was so much to me

I think of you as you stared into my big brown eyes
Gave me a kiss 
And said goodbye

I love you so much, even today
I blamed myself as it helped the pain
But figure out that’s not the way

Daddy, the only thing I can say
You would be so proud of me this way

I love you so much, even today

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Credible

Credible by George W. Beasley

Credible I am not
I mean what is credibility?
Does it make me great?
Does it make me better than the poor?
Credible I am not
Poor I am
No better than a stray dog
No better than a cat with no home
It doesn't make me cry
It doesn't even make me sad
I mean, I have it all

Credible I am not
Some say but you’re a child of the King
And I agree
I would say does that make me better than thee
Credible because we talk to the best
We walk with the best
We wear the best
We live with the best
Then who perceives?
The credible?
I say that’s incredible
An incredible lie
A lie that so many live

So lets break this down
It’s not credibility to the concerned 
It’s the story of the incredible 
What story you may ask?
The only credible one

Jesus!
Born from a virgin
Is that credible?
No, that’s incredible 
Born with no home
Born to die
Born to sacrifice for you and I
That’s no lie

What the hell you may ask
And I say, that’s the point

Hell is real 
Credible it is
Your credibility maters there
But not here


Now you see
Credible I am not
His story is!
My story is what it is
Jacked up! 
Misdirected and misunderstood
Poor but yet rich
Full of lies of existences 
Living the dream but living the lie
The lie of credibility 

That’s why I exist
Credible not because of me
It’s because of He
Thats why I exist
Because I’m on His list
Credible I am not
But home I will be
Credible with Him 
In the end
That’s all that matters to me


 Will you be?

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Where My Brother Once Stood

Where My Brother Once Stood
By George W. Beasley

2 Samuel 18:30 And the king said, "Turn aside and stand here." So he turned aside and stood still.

I write this story in memory of my brother Chris who died at the young age of 37. It’s been almost three years since he passed away. He ran as far as he could and as long as he could. His pain and suffering never left him. Finally, it took his life.

This picture is where he once stood. Chris and I had many memories on this pier, sitting there in the night hours with a dim light in the back ground, just enough to light up our faces. The sounds of the water was so calming and to this day I still hear the silence. The conversations were always light and never too deep. Home would come up every now and then, but we mostly just talked about the future. Chris talked about his hopes and dreams and I talked about mine.

Today I visited the pier again, thinking of him and recalling the great memories we had there. I usually stand right where he stood and look out over the water and listen as if to hear his voice, but there is nothing but silence now. This is truly a special place and not just because this is where my brother once stood. This is also where my girls have stood, this is where many of my friends have stood and this is where the love of my life now stands, my sweet Lisa. I love you Lisa!

As Lisa and I sat there today, I carved our initials in the wood, once again. I often do this as I forget where I have carved our initials in the past. There are hundreds of names carved on this pier. This tells me of all the others that have once stood here also. Not just boys home boys and girls, but many in the community and many who came to vacation at Lake Waccamaw. Many dreams of love and a future were born here, the carvings tell me so.

I was reminded today by an old and new friend of just how short life can be. I called her to speak for the first time in some thirty years. Her voice sounded the same as did thirty years ago as she said, “we can’t meet today, someone has died and we will be going to the funeral home.” As I listen to her explain I was sad, not to miss our meeting but for all of those who once had hopes and dreams like Chris. I was sad for those that loved her and know what pain and suffering they are going through. As I walked out to the end of that pier today and stood where my brother once stood I was reminded that life is short and it seems to take us places we never thought we would go. My journey has been so full and a life full of adventures I know am blessed to still be standing where my brother once stood.

There are so many twist and turns in this journey of life. Many people try to explain the twist and turns, but they cannot. For me, it is where my brother once stood. The memories I have will be part of me until I no longer stand. Then others will walk the same path as I have and stand where I stood and will say, “I once stood here”. The water will whisper the hopes and dreams they had and will tell stories of the many who have stood there. We serve a wonderful God who has allowed me into so many lives, both the standing and the once stood. I am thankful to each of you for sharing your lives with me, not just your hopes and dreams but what has crushed you and cause you pain and suffering, what has turned your dreams into nightmares and what has cursed you for a life time.

To end this story is impossible as life continues. To apply this story to your life and mine we must stand where our brothers and sisters once stood. Leaning on their memories, their hopes and their dreams. Remembering all the good of life and how blessed we are to still be where they once stood. I love you Chris, thank you for the memories, the hopes and the dreams of where you once stood.

Never let go of your hopes and dreams. This is where you stand today!

God, Are You There? By George Beasley “Hey Mike, you there?” I whispered. “Yes, George,” the small voice always answered, “I’m he...