Tiara stepped out to run to the store. She blew a kiss to her husband through the window of his office and headed towards the truck. As always her glance was drawn upward towards the sky, again it took her breath away. Clouds whipped and twisted like pixie dust and ringlets of gold and pink were like whispers of the Spirits heart at play and delight. The sun was falling faster towards the southern horizon, soon it would withdrawal it’s effects of warmth from the evening air. Venus, The Splendor; as God had taught the magi so long ago was holding a steady and beautiful course to follow the sun just over head. Tiara smiled and thanked Adonai (the Lord), once again for being the King of the Universe and giving her eyes to see it. As she walked up to the truck, her attention was drawn to the lights that had just came on across the street. Both houses seemed to be in sync for timing of the holiday affair of lights. One was distinctly christmas, a big Santa took up the center of attention with traditional icicle lights and candy canes scattered about. The other house was more to Tiaras liking, not traditional, classy and done with artistic aplomb! Still with signs of the traditional holiday but with things you don’t find in every yard this time of year. The mini hot air balloon was particularly pretty. Beauty abounded this evening in the form of lights.
As she opened the truck door to get in, Tiara sighed, keys jangling. Reminding her of the sounds she’d imagine of sleigh bells a bit from her many years of holiday recollections. The door closed and she started the truck, looking at her house, still with summer yard lights glowing, but faintly as the sun no longer provided the solar panels with the light, having a northern exposure. For the third year her house would only display the mogan David she had decorated with lights and the Menorah as the candles were lit each night until they melted down losing their illumination. The thought made her smile but with a slight sigh, she loved the lights of christmas.
Lord may this house be lit up for You by our every word and deed.
It had been harder than she thought to let go of all things christmas. A blessing beyond words but also it came with much misunderstanding and inner turmoil. It would have been easier if she’d never celebrated the holiday in the first place. Many family members especially her children and her young nieces and nephews with their children never complained to her face, God was good; but in the air between them there was question and disappointment. Gift giving was another part of holiday making that had been given up for Tiara and Josh. It was hard, they were giving and loving at heart, it was hard to be the only two people who didn’t enter the family tradition. Tiara wondered what kind of memories her grandchildren would form at the decision they had made. Being set apart often felt alienating and hurt a bit too.
Father forgive me for my longing to be seen different than You truly see me. Thank You for giving me this way and the eyes to see the Truth to follow. Collect these sighs likes tears in that bottle You have for me. May You bless my children, grandchildren, friends and family in a special way dear Lord in these days. Help me to hear and obey You with a whole heart.
The truck in gear, Tiara began to pull out of her driveway. She pushed the button to listen to her favorite station. ‘Silver bells’, the famous song greeted her. She “leaned in’ to hear if the Lord would again ask her to refrain from listening. That still small Voice confirmed, and she tried four different stations, all were playing various holiday music. She turned off the radio. Another sigh…
It’s everywhere, dear Father of Lights. Can a little sweet music be so bad? Oh, Lord You know how I love to sing and worship you. That last one was Third Days rendition of ‘O Holy Night’…I admit I’m a bit unsure of the harm. But…not my will but Your will Master of my musical heart. Teach me what You will in this too.
The impression of how this ‘having nothing, NOTHING, to do with evil’ instruction began to teach in deeper ways pressed in.
My Child, this refraining should not feel so unfamiliar in many other ways in this world than just this time of year. Indeed “it’s everywhere” this theme is, in so many things in this world, yes? I tell you the truth, dear one, that what you say is true, to never have become part of the world, entered into the ways of small compromise would have made this separating much easier, indeed not hard at all. You don’t feel like you miss going to bars do you?
No, my Lord, I do not.
Because the desire has no attachment of appeal that came with deceit. I’ve asked my people to avoid and hate evil and the ways of it for this reason. Confusion and heart ache come from the small seemingly innocent compromises. You can’t miss what you never knew. Yet all sin and fall short dear Child, and the contrast of longing and separating is my gift to You. That you may remember and with trust turn away so that My instructions for you may become more and more delightful to you as you obey. Do you see what joy you have to hear My Voice and heed it’s direction?
Oh yes, yes Lord, I would despair without it!
Trust Me now, then My precious Child, and remember, it’s the heeding of My direction that’s the key here. Do not be tempted to judge or condemn the lights, songs, and many elements of this holiday refraining. Just trust Me, come to Me, like this. What delight I have when you come to Me, and we talk and work out My will for you! Sing to Me a new song now My Child…
Pulling into the parking lot of the store, Tiara began to sing.
Right now, because of the word which I have spoken to you, you are pruned. Stay united with Me, as I will with you…
~ Stay tuned for Part 3…~
Grace and peace to you in the Messiah, Yeshua ♡
Caleb and his 8 year old daughter, Halayia were sitting at the park feeding the resident geese. The many flocks of spring and summer had flown south, the park was quiet, settling in to the crisper air of winter. The greese breath was visible as they gathered for the crumbs.
Caleb and Halayia took this path as they walked home from Halayia school. The park workers were finishing up the holiday decor. Halayia watched them, absent-mindedly tossing her crumbs. Caleb could see her little gears spinning and smiled, he knew a question was about to emerge. He sent up a request that the Lord would place the answer in his heart before he heard the question. Those gears were seriously grinding on something big.
“Papa?” came the sweet voice of his first born daughter. He smiles.
“Yes, Layia?” He threw another handful of crumbs.
“Why don’t we celebrate Christmas anymore? We used to, and I don’t understand. I miss the lights and all the stuff we did then. My friends all do, and Gail invited me to a church play, but Mama says no. Everybody does it, but us it seems.” The sadness and dejection in her voice broke Caleb’s heart.
Oh boy Lord, help me here.
“When is your birthday Layia?” The words were out before he realized it.
A confused face looked up at him. “May 6th, Daddy, you know that. I’m talking about Christmas.” Bright green eyes beheld him with question.
“Yes, I know, now when is Jesus birthday?” Caleb tried not to smile as he could see the Lord had heard his prayer and was answering. He began to see where this was going.
Halayia’s face scrunched in introspection.
“It’s not December 25th, but I don’t know….eerrr…I don’t remember His birthday day.” she thought more out loud than in answer.
“You’re right, His birthday isn’t on Christmas and today you will perhaps remember His real birthday from now on because you have asked these questions. But, before I tell you His actual birthday day, let me ask you…How would you feel if we celebrated your birthday on say… Alice’s birthday?”
Halayias face again scrunched up, this time in a form of disgust. Alice was a girl at school who was constantly belittling Halayia because she was a Christian. Many a tearful face had greeted Molly and Caleb from Layias sweet face after school from hurtful things Alice did.
“I would be very mad, Daddy, why would we do that? Halayia tossed another crumb-full down hard on the ground. a piece hit a goose on the nose and made it squack and flutter it’s wings.
“Absolutely, that would be very crazy, huh? You are a bit young dear Layia, but there is a long history to learn about Christmas and how it came to be, and if you’re willing we shall begin to teach you. But right now, let just say that how Christmas started was by people who worshiped the god Isis and this god was just Satan trying to fool these people. But in the real world, God’s world, Jesus’s world, His birthday got mixed up with His enemies party and over the years people tried to make it better and added to it to include Santa Claus and many things. So in truth people don’t even realize they arecelebrating Satan’s idea of a holiday for him but somehow because some Christians wanted to make it a good holiday, most now think that it’s Jesus’s birthday they celebrate instead. So you see, Layia, it would be like celebrating your birthday on Alice’s, who doesn’t like you because you love Jesus, but worse because Satan is actually Jesus’s enemy, while Alice is foolish and deceived, she is not your enemy. Does that make sense?” Deep inside Caleb took a deep breath, inviting the Spirit to open his daughters mind to understand what was a very complicated thing.
Halayia was quiet for a few moments, many emotions rolling across her face as her little mind and heart worked to process. Slowly…
“Well, it must hurt Jesus a lot since everybody has changed his birthday and they don’t know… Do they?…I mean, even Christians, our church, our family, who loves Jesus, they all do! How can they not know? Daddy, why doesn’t Jesus tell them?” Halayia was perplexed still, but Caleb could see she was grasping the truth.
“He does tell them. Just like your mommy and I learned the truth, everyone can learn it too. But just like you, it’s hard to change, to stop celebrating like everyone else, when it seems innocent and harmless. Especially for those who think they can say they are really celebrating Jesus so it doesn’t matter. But, Layia, always remember it’s not what you think of anything in this life but what God thinks that matters most, and He is very serious about the truth of things, it’s His thoughts we must take our actions on. He had a very special reason for sending His Son, Jesus, to be born when He did, the exact day and hour has meaning. HIS birthday is the most important birthday ever, we must be careful to honor God’s timing and ways. As you grow older He will teach you how very special each moment and event in your life has lots of meaning, but Jesus birthday is full of all the meanings of all the lives on earth in one Man. We want to honor that, so we don’t have anything to do with what makes Jesus birthday less. God says have NOTHING to do with evil. Sometimes, like now, that’s hard. The lights are pretty, the plays are well done, the gifts are fun, the songs and shows seem innocent and seem to be good, but to God its like everyone has decided to go to Satan’s party and this makes Him very sad.” Caleb began to gather the bags, now empty of crumbs. The sun had fallen behind the horizon. Darkness was encroaching. Halayia perceived they were leaving and took his hand.
“Does it make God happy that we don’t celebrate Christmas?” the question was full of more. More than just the one, as all things rich with a heart that longs to please God. Caleb’s heart soared.
“Yes, my cub, yes it makes Him happy. But more than that, it make us closer to Him, His presence is like you and me, here in this park, talking, feeding the geese and loving to be together. It gives us joy too! He can teach us many things when we are trusting Him and obeying. Especially when it’s hard. I’m sorry it is hard for you dear Layia to not be able to join in with so many things. I’m very sorry that your mommy and I did not realize before what Christmas was and we celebrated and it makes you miss it. Will you forgive me?” Caleb had stopped and knelt down in front of his precious gift God had given him to teach and lead.
Halayias little gloved hands reached for her Papa’s cheeks and she put her head in his forehead.
“Of course, Papa, I didn’t know either, will you forgive me? Maybe we can make a party for those who won’t go on going to Satan’s party. It could be like Moses and the Israelites who put the blood over their doors. Well just let it pass right by!” Halayia said with lighthearted fun.
Caleb teared up, what an amazing little person you have given me dear God!
He scooped Layia up with a big whoosh!
“Yes, let’s go home my cub! We shall talk to mommy and Josh and come up with a way to let all this pass over and party in God’s love together!
Seek good and not evil, so that you will survive. Then Adonai (the Lord) will be with you as you say He is. Hate evil, love good and uphold justice at the gate…
My son, don’t go along with them, don’t set foot on their path.
Don’t follow the path of the wicked or walk on the way of evil doers. Avoid it, don’t go on it, turn away from it, and pass on.
2 Timothy 2:19
Nevertheless, God’s firm fountain stands, stamped with these words:
“The Lord knows His own” and, “Let everyone who claims he belongs to the Lord stand apart from evil (wrongdoing).”
Psalms 37 – all of it.
2 Corinthians 1:21-22
Moreover, it is God who sets both us and you in firm union with the Messiah; He had anointed us, put His seal on us, and given us His Spirit in our hearts as a guarantee for the future.
Therefore, remember where you were before you fell, turn from this sin, and do what you used to before. Otherwise, I will come to you and remove your menorah from its place – if you don’t turn from your sin! But you have this in your favor: you hate what the Nicolaitans do – I hate it too. Those who have ears, let them hear what the Spirit is saying to the Messianic communities. To him winning the victory I will give the right to eat from the Tree of Life which is in God’s Gan-‘Eden (Garden).'”
Stay tuned for part 2
Grace and peace in the Messiah, Yeshua. 🙂
I was born into the world of Christianity. my parents were saved, most of my influential family members were saved. We went to church on Sunday, observed the holidays in view of God’s purpose in it – as best as it was taught to us. So the importance of all these things seems to have afforded me a foundation, right?
I’ve been reading Nehemiah. Chapters 8 – 10 are eye opening in relation to these things. Obviously, a blog post doesn’t afford to print out these chapters word for word. I rely upon your own seeking to read these for context. The basics here is this: God started a church here. Just look at all these people did, their commitment, their passion, their zeal and. …their JOY! I thought to myself, “I didn’t see that when I was young, and I don’t think my children did either.” It’s a disheartening thought.
To be fair to those who served the Lord within the church, pastoral staff, worshipers, teachers, leaders and servers, I’d like to qualify: there are no fingers of blame in this blog. Nor to my family, parents or any other sector of fault finding avenue. There is nothing in my heart or mind following such paths with this.
To learn from the past, apply in the present, in order to make a legacy. We must go back and find where our own thoughts, formulated opinions were influenced and formed. We must see where WE, ourselves, went wrong, not the masses, organizations, or institutions. These only have power to influence, not form. Yeshua (Jesus) proves this.
After more study, ending up in many other books of the Word, I’ve noticed a huge impact.
Read Deuteronomy 5:29-6:8.
When I think of conversation that flowed in my own family as a child, and then my own family with my own children. These scriptures are hard. The conclusion I come to is nobody knows how to do this very well. To talk excitedly about how cool God’s Word is, how His ways are so impressive, and trustworthy. To apply this context to everything we see, touch, smell, and do everyday. Somehow entertainment started to take presidence. I remember thinking it was hard, not fun to memorize scripture. Sometimes due to the fact that it was given as a task for punishment. Mostly because there was no context given as joy and application to its meaning in my life, where I was, at the time. Everything stayed on the level of salvation (what can be done for me). There didn’t seem to be more than that. What pleases God, what doesn’t. Yet what brings Him joy, this seemed to be missing. To the mind in my generation, I believe humans in general, but I’ll stick to my generation; What pleases God wasn’t connected to His joy, but rather His appeasement. No one delighted when I did the right thing, they only moved in swiftly when I didn’t. Everything had to be entertaining, this push was started before my generation, but by the Eighties this was epidemic. Worship was the only place I saw joy in church. The music was amazing, the show was fun. God’s Word was the duty part, not the highlight. The teachers had to be dynamic or “gifted” as many put it. I never met a “gifted” Sunday school teacher. No disrespect to them. At that time even school was not really about learning except to the geeks. It was about finding in our peers what was missing at home. So “Sunday school” it seemed to me was the same. The church seemed to be teetering on this brink of ‘stand out’ but acceptably. Set apart was taboo and meant alienation, most of my peers already felt this at home. Alienation from God never occurred to me as the saddress thing. So one can see why appeasing God this way held little appeal. Not that it’s ever held appeal anyway. History again repeats this point. The world slowly invaded my perception of right and wrong. The passion and joy of talking about God and His ways as we walk on the way, sit or rise, etc…this was never introduced to me. I couldn’t give what I never got. The church became the teacher of children. Parents either didn’t know how or were too busy to fit it in. On both I stand guilty as charged. My heart breaks that my passion and joy in the Lord and His ways that I have now, was not there when my kids were young. There are good things my family passed on, faithfulness. I remained steady in my quiet time and church going. I am grateful to God for His grace and mercy in this. Yet now, I watch my children with their children and see that even these aren’t repeated. Life’s heavy burdens keep them down. The church has lost its calling to share, split up and divide and help. Government organizations now have the overwhelming task that God meant His People to provide. Families of origin must be wealthy or they can only simply pray and cry and hurt with those within that struggle so much. Again the passion and joy of sacrifice and serving are lost. While there are programs in churches designed to help, the politics and overwhelming needs stunt it’s progress. It has been lost for too long, now the task is daunting. The me-ism of society is a cancer that has reached the marrow of the body of Christ. Again it’s the Joy and passion of God’s ways that are missing here.
How did I find this joy and passion? When my whole being started seeking God in every way, in everything, at all times. Really seeking Him knowing Him. This is today’s speak for seeking Him with all your heart, mind and soul. How I wish I’d have started sooner! Yet, as the Word of God says. ..His timing is perfect. So I must trust. Trust that this is the appointed time for these words, to the eyes that will read them, and perhaps turn faces up to Him to effect what changes He may direct.
Deuteronomy 8:2-3; Malachi 3:10; Romans 12:2; 2 Corinthians 13:5-8; 1 Thessalonians 5:21; 1 John 4:1
The above scriptures all have a common theme, and I think much value in gaining passion and joy in the Kingdom of God. It’s an invitation to test, scrutinize, see for yourself that God is good, reliable, His ways work! They more than “work” they are amazing! It’s a joyous invitation, delightful adventure, and full of fulfilment. Do we example and communicate this to people around us? Well, first, we must discover for ourselves the truth of it! I pray if nothing else, curiosity is raised here, perhaps there is something missing, something far more real and attainable in this walk with God than has ever been invited before.
Hear His voice, the One who wants more than anything to be known, put all things before us with the shouting invitation to “Come and see, taste that the Lord is good” so that we can truly teach our children such, truly live such and therefore persuade a neighbor, Co-worker, friend, family member, stranger. ..that this invitation is such a wonder and joy that it’s pursuit will neither drudge nor bore but give passion and joy, such as this world would pale to emulate or try to educate.
I pray for our world full of families with children who have children who desire to give them everything. … Adonai, is everything. …come and see!
Grace and peace in the name of Yeshua the Messiah😊
“Sometimes the evidence of our senses and the testimony of the world’s wisdom are plain wrong. Sometimes the Lord is busy forging victory when the mind expects only defeat.”
– Tessa Afshar ~ Land of Silence
There is something universal about every human condition. Language does not change it. Geography does not change it. Personality, nationality, and religious tendencies do not change it. Love that lights the eyes of a soul, looks the same no matter the color of irises. Arms that reach out in tenderness can be of any color or size, dressed or naked. Sorrow, despair, agony and depravity are all pregnant with God-touched opportunity.
These are the conditions that form the questions of “when, how, where, and why” from the depths of souls world-wide. Embalmed with freedom or anchored to yet more slavery; sorrow seeks to unhinge the hands that lay hold of anything but the One who made them. Human beings are always at the peak of ability to learn when their mind, body and emotions are tossed into the sea of adversity, trial, suffering, loss, and torture. We can learn in happiness, but it doesn’t retain the depth of engraving on the memory as sorrow. Hence why we forget the good so quickly when hardship starts to ink it’s way into our grey matter. Likewise we recall so well the negative and hopelessness colors our spirits so immediate we feel shot into another world in an instant. There is no place else that brings us all to a unified place in the human condition. It’s often said love is such a place but I beg the differ. There are too many illusions of love for such a unity to be possible. No one is can paint sorrow with different colors. It’s very darkness outlines the same light no matter the shadow of the Sun or moon in the sky.
All my life it seems as if God has placed some special favor on me. Where my sister seemed to struggle and have to push for the simplest joys. Yet at every turn, our sorrows held the same DNA of pain and questions. Circumstances are the greatest illusions of favoritism. As I write, my sister sits where she is full of joys, doubts, gratitude, and questions the same as I. Yet, on the outside anyone would say she has it harder than I. Often I’m tempted to agree. Yet in each of our varying circumstances these things are the same: We are in places where God has provided abundantly, yet wonder what is next. We struggle with hurt, resentment, anger, bitterness, physical deficiencies, heart aches and knee bloodying prayers for our children and grandchildren; loved ones, we both sing, we both cry, we both are loved and misunderstood. That which makes us up inside, pours out from within, and effects us from without though incredibly unique, we are the same. Both of us are being taught everyday Who made us and why. We both have illusions, deceit, kindness, generosity, compassion, tendencies to complain, aches and pains, things hidden and things exposed, things being revealed, things on the way to unveiling, promise, hope and despair and sorrow.
The purpose of comparison is not for comparison itself, but for defining the difference between what’s on the outside and what’s on the inside. Outside looks different, inside does not.
“God’s Spirit can ride a puny breeze as well as a hurricane.”
– Tessa Ashfar ~ Land of Silence
You make known to me the path of life; in Your presence is unbounded joy, in Your right hand eternal delight.
The Word of God is true for one and all, all the time, everywhere. The above scripture offers the same salve to the human heart no matter their circumstances. Sorrow is an opportunity to watch God become a heavenly Father for every soul on earth. Pain provides the path to true knowing who we are and why we’re here. God alone can provide the answers to our questions, and keeps them all open-ended. The answer today will not be the same as tomorrow. Except that Who He is and how He loves us, desires us and reaches for us, never changes and carries not one ounce of favor for one over the other. Our circumstances can not and must not define the riches of His glory. Circumstances are all of the following: outward characters, features; singleness or married, childless or having children, wealthy or poor, sick or healthy, geographic locations, personality traits, internal make up, extroverted or introverted, talented with art or talented with intellect, high or low IQ’s. To name a few, but hitting the main things. Everyone one of those things are the intricate detail drawn by the Hand of Adonai on each one for their good and those they effect and His glory. Sorrow gives us the glasses to correct our vision in life; for joy is it’s designation and it won’t stop until it’s reached its goal. For you, for me, thanks be to God! The definition of true joy for every soul He made is Himself, nothing more and absolutely nothing less.
In a world that is changing and churning, this one constant remains. Psalms 16:11, Is. 50:4…
For I have satisfied the weary and filled the needs of all in distress.
Come to ME, all of you who are struggling and burdened, and I will give you rest.
The reason why our Messiah invited all who are struggling and burdened but not “happy” is because we all are struggling and burdened, not happy. Oh we may have joy and contentment, but they always come after sorrow, and after we have accepted His invitation to receive such rest. Waiting on Him, running to Him is the only path to such joy and peace/rest. For each of us this is the same. Sorrow aimed at His unveiling, His presence, His company, His love, His compassion, His comfort, His answer, His directions, His discernment, this is sorrows purpose. Don’t miss the opportunity. Don’t be tempted to compare, or focus on the outward appearance of things. Hold on to Yeshua (Jesus) our Messiah and Master… and let Him order up the exact prescription for your knowing Him. Pray for each other thusly. Praise Him in their joys and walk beside them in their sorrows.
♡ Grace and peace to you in Yeshua the Messiah ♡
Tonight, my heart is heavy.
The pollution of lies and loss of beauty that can come only from The Truth, weighs down the soul created for The Creator and a garden.
“When did all this happen?”, I’m tempted to ask. Yet, only a fool can pretend they’ve been awake when they’ve actually been asleep. How did we get here? We slept, we dreamt, we pursued our own stuff, we fought the tide of truth that once was the black lines in the color book of life we were handed by people of conviction and integrity. People who fought for our freedoms that are gone now. Only the illusion that they remain, stays steady.
Our children, my grandchildren, now go to schools that ask them what kind of gender they want to be. People tear each other up with words about gender neutral bathrooms. (They actually debate about this!) Conversations and media are consumed with which of two evils we are doomed to have run our country next. Meanwhile all around the world, weather has turned frightful…millions have nothing. Elsewhere, wars and terror have wrung out the rest. Here in America, it’s subtle. Had to be. Free men and women can’t be put to sleep by Hitlers, Isis, and blatant corruption. No, they need to bleed out slow and unaware. Distraction is needed, then the poison can be administered. Dumb them down, put them to sleep.
These realities are hard, and here. If denied, it only speaks to the level of unconsciousness one is still really in. But…God has been at the helm the whole time. His Word so precisely accurate as always. Every prophecy exactly as written. This is the famine for the Truth. The clock winds down to the even uglier end. If you are thinking of more disasters and wars and famine at the last statement…you are still asleep. The ugliest part of the end is the lost souls, our brothers and sisters who will have been given the chance to reach for the Father, walking down the blood red carpet of Truth, Yeshua’s (Jesus’) blood to color the narrow road to get there; and turned away on their sleepy beds. The Truth is a Person, not a concept, not a theory, not an opinion, not a certain perspective – a Person, God – Himself. Its no more ” selectable” or a matter of choice than gender is!
I’m heavy towards that end, heavy about the dazed eyes I look into these days. With minds that truly believe the lies, small twisted truth, that has put to sleep the child of the womb He created. No, I’m not heavy, I’m heartbroken. As my Father’s heart breaks, I’m honored to be in unity with His pain, not just His joy.
There is a scripture I will leave this post with. It’s the Word of a Living God. This makes it powerful, WHO wrote/spoke/speaks it. Him, WHO still speaks – now without writing it as He did before. Yeshua’s work on the cross and rising again placed the pen and tablet in our individual hearts. Built the temple inside human flesh. Tore down the earthen frame and built it back again in three days. Sad, people are still looking for temples made of brick and mortar, lulled asleep by things of this world, with the famine of not being able to look within and “up”. Within to see the temple torn down, and “up” to Him who will build it within, at the slightest movement towards wanting Him and all He is, not in days…in micro-seconds that no one on earth can measure in light speed or sound. This Word is all that’s needed here in this blog, it will awake the sleeping soul. Or it will anesthetize it. The Truth does one or the other.
Any question as to Who’s in control here and shall ever be – is not in question. Who shall preside over this country, this world, the economy, the wars, the disasters – this has never changed. We can vote all we want, but His Word will stand.
Heavy nights, times like this happen, but every morning my Hope awakes me, reminds me, emboldens me. Wraps me up in His grace, mercy, and praise God Almighty – Truth. Famines have never left all to starve unto extinction. The closest anything has ever come to that was a flood! Not drought, not pestilence, not wars, but a flood! Something for The Truth seeker to ponder! But even then He brought out the Living to begin again. The dead were buried. None talk about the remains that are found of the human kind from that time. They have been found, and scientifically explained away upon heresy. Now dinosaurs are the remains people get excited about. It’s understandable why aliens and other worlds are a welcome respite to this one. He didn’t talk about that, so we can’t contradict Him!
2 Peter chapter 3. I won’t type this one out here. It’s worth the time and it takes so little to turn these pages and read it for oneself. Seek it. Even if you think you know it, ask God to show you where you don’t. The Living Word always has more to reveal if the One who wrote it is the true objective of the reader. No matter where we are in our walk with Him, He has lessons to infinity and delights to share it.
I’m rolling out the Red Carpet tonight. On this silly phone, downloading through this handy app. The true Red Carpet of the stars. Those invited to the “function” or event for which it’s rolled out are the weak, meek, humble, broken, poor – no money will get you in, no reputation, no prestige. Just naked humanity. (Not physically naked). If you walk this blood stained carpet, you’ll fall into the rushing Arms of Life. Truth shall wake you, break you, and begin anew to remind you Who made you and has you and shall ever keep you in delight and peace.This is the kind of freedom that can not be put to sleep.
For you used to be darkness; but now, united with the Lord, you are light. Live like children of the light, for the fruit of the light is in every kind of goodness, rightness and Truth – try to determine what will please the Lord. Have NOTHING to do with deeds produced by darkness, but instead EXPOSE them, for it is shameful even to speak of the things these people do in secret. But everything exposed to the light is revealed clearly for what it is, since anything revealed is light. This is why it says, “Get up, sleeper! Arise from the dead, and the Messiah will shine on you!” Therefore, pay careful attention to how you conduct your life – live wisely, not unwisely. Use your time well, for these are evil days. So don’t be foolish, but try to understand what the will of the Lord is.
May these Words become alive, the smelling salts to awaken, as the Living One wills…and make the dead alive again!
Grace and peace to you, in the Messiah, Yeshua. 🙂