I’ve just spent days looking everywhere for some depiction of Yeshua (Jesus) in such a posture to His people. Surely, when He cried out,
“Yerushalayim! (Jerusalem) Yerushalayim! You kill the prophets! You stone those who are sent to you! How often I wanted to gather your children, just like a hen gathers her chickens under her wings, but you refused! Look! God is abandoning your house to you, leaving it desolate. For I tell you, from now on, you will not see me again until you say, ‘Blessed is He who comes in the Name of Adonai’,” (Matt. 23:37-39)
Surely, He had tears in His eyes, His whole body shaking with the passion of a God who has been pleading with His people for thousands of years! Look at Samwise Gamgee’s face!
Do you remember? Do you remember how deep the feeling went through you watching this scene? “Don’t let go,” (passionate plea), then fiercely…”Don’t you let go!” This scene pales in comparison to Yeshua at the moment He said those words above. Listen here:
Yes, the correct translation of this verse uses the word plead, not contend, not argue. Plead! In hebrew the word is like strive defined as: the responsibility of the master is to strive for the survival and protection of the house. This is exactly what Yeshua’s Words are reflecting in Matthew.
For those who are not profoundly aware of the significance of this let me paint the picture.
God is pleading! The God who made the universe, everything we’ve ever seen, touched, smelt, tasted, known, observed. Everything macrobiotic, microscopic, and so big you can’t stick it under a scope. Powerful enough to split a sea, and the ground is instantly dry. Powerful enough to raise the dead, heal the worst illness, but more profoundly make a broken heart whole! (Nothing and noone has ever, nor will ever be able to do this but Him) The One who made the fastest, and most brilliant computer in all creation: your brain! No matter how hard we try, we will never ever be able to come close to it, and all these geniuses trying – know it, they do. This God, is pleading, striving for the survival and protection of a people that have more a history of rejecting Him than not! This should send us all to our knees in awe alone, much less total and complete repentance. There is no human on earth (Save Yeshua) who has ever displayed the patience He does, the forgiveness, the grace, the mercy, the loving-kindness, and faithfulness. We could live forever in this state we are in now, trying as hard as we could and never even scratch the surface of the depth of these things about God. Yes! Even enabled by the covering of Yeshua’s blood, indwelt by His Spirit, we have no mark upon the history of all these in God! As we all know, it’s only because of Him we can scratch at it in the first place. Let this sink in dear brothers and sisters! Try to multiply the scene from Lord of the Rings by a billion, then see and hear Yeshua saying to you.
” Your name! Your name! You kill the teachers! You reject those sent to you! (Family, friends, neighbors, and yes, even those crazies on the corner of the street holding those signs) How I want to gather you and your children, just as a hen gathers her chickens under her wings, but you are refusing! Look! I’m about to abandon this place I’ve made for you to live (house), it will be destroyed. For I tell you, unless you learn the full meaning of “Blessed is He that comes in the Name of Adonai”- you will never see Me!”
(Adapted to fit our culture today and times we live in now. Then it was prophetically said just prior to His death and resurrection, now the chances are running out – completely! He won’t be riding thru the city on a donkey to display the opportunity for forgiveness. This time, He’ll be coming on the steed of war to judge! And His judgement will be more accurate than anything the world has ever known!)
It might help you to know that the exact same type of pleading was done by God in these verses.
What is revealed is God’s anger from Heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people who in their wickedness KEEP SUPPRESSING THE TRUTH; because what is known about God is plain to them, since God has made it plain to them. For ever since the creation of the universe His invisible qualities – both His eternal power and His divine nature – have been clearly seen, because they can be understood from what He has made. Therefore, they have no excuse; because, although they know who God is, they do not glorify Him as God or thank Him. On the contrary they have become futile in their thinking; and their undiscerning hearts have become darkened. (Because He does not LIVE THERE) Claiming to be wise, they have become fools! In fact, they have exchanged the glory of the immortal God for mere images, like a mortal human being, or like birds, animals, reptiles (things those empty images make, like computers, sciences that make it OK to be without conscience, without love, selfish)!
Dare not believe for an instance that these words are not coming straight from a pleading God. Paul wrote them, his heart united with Yeshua to enable him, just like Jeremiah in the verse above, or Matthew, but only a God, pleading, reaching out, far extended, would put these words together to point to the way out even as He points out the way of futility! Think of the fact that these words were written over two thousand years ago, with the urgency and passion they contain. How so, now, do you think His countenance is in these last days?
Think of our children, as they rebel, do we not plead for them to get their thinking right, at the first? And as they continue and we watch, do we not reduce our posture to abandon all pride and BEG! PLEAD! Plead with them to heed the road ahead? Do we think we reflect some inkling of good we possess to do this? No, it is the image of Him we’ve all been made in; that desperation for our children’s good; that can’t help but be reflected in us. If you do not beg and plead with your children to turn and go in that good way, you may want to look into the dullness your heart has become suppressed with. I am sick of the posture of the world today that suggest that we are fools to shout ‘fire in the house!’ in order that some may not be burned alive; if this is called good in any way, it is a lie!
Proverbs, chapter 4, the whole thing is one big long plea of God to His people! Think of Him on His knees, as it were, hands held out in supplication, tears running down His face, no less God because of it, but more God!
Exodus 23:13; 21-22
Pay attention to everything I have said to you; do not invoke the Names of other Gods or even let them be heard crossing your lips.
Pay attention to him (Moses), listen to what he says and do not rebel against him; because he will not forgive any wrong doing of yours, since My Name resides in him. But if you listen to what he says and do everything I TELL YOU then I will be an enemy to your enemies and foe to your foe.
Same thing here, same pleading nature, not finger pointing, condemning, shaming is He. Begging, pleading that we see His goodness, understand He instructs according to His nature, His design. Who do we build our house in security with? The One who designed the house or the builders? Are you deceived in believing that because the builders seem to be the ones building that they can be trusted without blue prints? God has the blue prints to all things, when He is good enough to bend down and show us them, are we not fools if we decide to just chance things another way? Notice the time frame of this scripture…from the beginning He’s been trying, pleading, forgiving, trying again, pleading, warning, forgiving, trying again, warning, pleading, forgiving……you begin to see I pray.
He sees how easily we become distracted and lost, like sheep. He’s looking down, hand stretched out, pleading – even though we’ve toiled to get this evil thing off our neck, to destroy it, yet upon the cusp of victory we’ve changed our minds, then fought for the right to do so, went over the edge, tempted to just let go…
“Don’t you let go….hold on! Take My hand!”
This Mighty God is saying to you now, pleading…though He could just let you fall as a consequence to your own choice to ignore Him, no, the One True God, the Only God, He is tearfully, bloody with you from the travels, grasping to save you. Yeshua the Messiah.
Take His hand, don’t let go!
🔯 May the grace and peace that comes only through the Messiah, Yeshua, be yours in full measure. He is able to catch you and keep you from falling, may the Spirit of Truth open your eyes and ears to Him. And teach you what it means to say, “Blessed is He that has come, and is coming, in the Name of Adonai!” 🕎🔯
What nature of God should consume as fire a child He so beloves? What is this Holy fire that over-takes a bush, without destroying it and spreading is wrath with it’s surrounding neighbors? Is it possible that inside of me, lays a landscape of tree and brush that builds idols and calls my worship to the created itself; that must be such that the fires of jealousy begin to burn it from the One who made it and me? If so, how do I begin to walk into the flames of His desire to purify me? Ahhh, how we avoid pain! Forgetting so often that it lays within a corrupted and broken part, the relief we seek is not so much the healing of the wound as the ridding of the effect of it (pain). Cause and effect. What so causes us to ignore the greatest feature of our salvation (cleansing)? I love the thought that God sees me as I am complete, growing into this completeness or capable of such that He sees. Each stage of my growth a celestial celebration. Yet, how can I stop this urge to run from how I see myself as ineffective, delinquent in His eyes? I have days, that my feet have put on their running shoes as I move towards His presence, it seems, quite apart from my awareness. I look down and wonder, “how did that happen?”
This house-buying/moving process has been a lesson of burning away the destructible I knew not lay within me. As you know, as my absence of post may indicate, the recovery time from the burns is long. Though not without it unshakeable foundations laid upon the waste of smoldering ruins. Spring rains, and gentle breezes have produced new flowers that could not have grown without the fiery blazes He blew inside to wake me. Most days all I was able to do was will myself to lay still while the flames overtook me. The urge to run and escape, fight or flight, so cemented in my habits and reactions, almost too much to train. My willing heart, a thing only He can move, was His grace. I know something of Yeshua’s (Jesus’) fortitude to walk, though heavy with pain, towards the flame of the Cross. His voice ringing in my ears, “Do as I did, do.”
Before the house-hunting escapade, I thought I was ready to do away with possession and things. Indeed, I was more ready than before, as the desire was the flickering flame to begin the first fire of purity. All great things start small. Our Savior was a seed, embryo, fetus, babe; before He was a man. A mountain was a bubbling cauldron of lava before it became a breathtaking appendage of earth. There is a striking balance now seen, between really receiving the blessed things He gives us, without guilt or wondering if it’s right, and feeling deserving. ..wanting more. Another balance or clearing of perspective; that the wanting of more after a bestowing of blessing in things here on earth, turned inward to see the true desire is the wanting more of Him, not the things.
The startling thought, though still, is that nothing resulting in the process guarantees my fingers shall not hold tightly things again. It’s a controlled burn, all things God does inside, this side of eternity. I think perhaps this is what makes His ways so undesirous to people. We like a ‘start and finish’ kind of life. No dragging out of things. We weary easy of all things that go on for an extended amount of time. If the wind blows for days on end, we pray for stillness. Upon granting that, the sweltering heat with no breeze then compels us to pray for the wind again. Rain upon rain without ceasing drenches the spirit and begs for dry wind. Flooding the senses with moist and mildewy perspectives. Left to us, our ordered climates are always to our comfort, not at all to the growth and strength building, stretching, He has willed for us. The earth must expand and contact, remember it’s in labor; but also that all things that are alive must breathe! So, too, are we who call ourselves the Forgiven Children of a Consuming God. The only cure we know this side of heaven, is the antidote called – waking. The Spirit comes inside to wake us everyday to the Kingdom of heaven, which would rise within us, if we will but let go of the world we see. Grace not only pours out love and faith on the undeserving, it stirs the flames of that which will purge us of all that would fuel a destructive soul. It’s hard, and painful and requires a Holy endurance that can only be found in the fiery presence of God.
One day a finish shall reign, an end to the process of purification. Oh! What what a day that will be! Or…mayhap – not? Perhaps the only difference will be that we will no longer resist it, it will no longer be considered a “pain”. Oh that God is answering my prayer that my comfort won’t call the shots to my living anymore!
I leave you with some ***quotes from George MacDonald*** in his sermon called Consuming Fire. What perspective our Lord bequeathed to him! So great a heritage we have! Where knowledge brings true growth -Life! And that knowledge moves our feet into action. Obeying the laws of God as joy.
***Nothing but the burning love of God can rid sin out of anywhere. It is the law of nature – that is, the law of God – that all that is destructible shall be destroyed. When that which is immortal buries itself in destructible – when it receives all it’s messages from without, through the surrounding region of self, and none from within, from the eternal doors opening inward into God’s presence – it cannot, through immortal still, know it’s own immortality. The destructible must be burned out of it, or begin to be burned out of it, before it can partake of eternal life.
God is against sin: insofar as, and while, they and sin are one, He is against them – against their desires, their aims, their fears and their hopes. And thus He is altogether and always for them.
God thinks and feels against vileness and selfishness, of the unrest of inassuageable repulsion with which He regards such conditions. God thus revealed Himself in such anger so the thoughtless people, fearing somewhat to do as they would, might leave a little room for that grace to grow in them, which would at length make them see that evil, and not fire, is the fearful thing.
A chimney above a huge house indicates the greatness of the building below, as the volcanoes of the world tell us how much fire is necessary to keep the old earth warm. For it is not the sun itself that warms the planet. The earth is like the human heart. The great glowing fire below us is God in the heart of the earth, and the great sun is God in the sky, keeping it warm on the other side. Our gladness and pleasure, our trouble when we do wrong, our love for all about us, that is God inside us. All the beautiful things and loveable people, all the lessons we get from life, and whatever comes to us, is God on the outside.***
– George MacDonald
The God of Shalom (peace – completeness) brought up from the dead the great Shepherd of the sheep, our Lord Yeshua, by the blood of an eternal covenant. May God equip you with every good thing you need to do His will; and may He do in us whatever pleases Him, through Yeshua the Messiah. To Him be the glory forever and ever, amen!
– Hebrews 13:20-21
♡ Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ♡
I’m sitting in this living room. ..obedient to the call for a day of rest, the sun has set on milky grey blanketed peaks, city lights sparkle under its protection. I see this from my window. Six long months of house hunting, buying, moving. ..all the while starting this business, exhaustion has been redefined in this physical body that houses my soul. Not soul weary, just acutely aware that the ever growing and full of life soul that has met it’s Savior face to face still lives in a very finite and fallen state. Grace suffices, no…it is far more than sufficient – it’s as infinite as the One who gives it – Elohim, Yahweh, I Am, God the Father, Holy. And it’s strength is beyond measure.
It’s quiet, the kind of quiet that rings in the ears of another Kingdom. Shalom, the burden of Yeshua lies on my shoulders, indeed, His yoke is easy and His burden is light. Him, who held a countless number of sins and knew beyond comprehension the thoughts and hearts of every soul, how can this be? How can this yoke be full of freedom? It’s a tenuous thing the know; the weight of freedom and the tension of sin balanced on the flow of the Messiah’s blood.
This house, a blessing, such goodness God has bestowed, yet not ours, just a shell really. Daily waiting to be filled with Him on the inside. This is the highest responsibility of maintenence and upkeep for any home, rent or own. Who will we fill it with daily to keep its walls strong and roof secure? Its foundation unshakeable? This roof needs work, the whole house will require much to make it undefective. Already is required far more than we thought we had energy or resources for. It’s whole process, again, reflecting what’s far more real and important to the Builder of our home. Each repair reflecting our own hearts and thoughts, some from neglect, some from forgetfulness, some from simple blindness, all the while the Light of the World stands within her walls and asks the question:
“Will you stay in the light and let Me heal and restore? Or will you dim the light for a while more? I know you are weary, Child, you could just wait, but I’m here now, shall you learn of Me?”
I’m learning. Grateful now that the whole thing still has no connection to my deep parts. It’s just a house, lovely and a privilege, but so flimsy a thing to hold on to.
So many think that they reflect who they are with those things they possess. But really we at best can only reflect who we think we are, what we think we like or want. Deep down my heart cries for simplicity, less things, less not more. The truest gratitude I know is that now I can have company, and they can feel welcome here. But all the extra space is also a burden without the company. We are only two people, 1600 square feet, seems excessive to clean daily. Guess God will have to fill it with His people, broken, weary, and joyful alike, those whom He had set aside specifically to benefit from His house on Baltic Ave SE here in Rio Rancho. This is His home, not mine. May I never take possession of it!
My Home, is the Maker of Heaven and Earth, in which this house sits on and under. This place awaits the true sounds of life, not tvs or music or electronic hums, but of the sound of my grandchildren’s laughter and friends and family, and yes, even the sounds of their heartaches and hurts. These are the sounds that harken heaven to earth’s door, pouring out of the endless cup of the Father’s love, which insulates walls, strengthens foundations, secures roofs, maintains gardens and keeps the lights lit. For now, my husband’s smile prepares the place for these. The pot of roses my mom gave me holds the promise of such blooms. Their presence walking through our door, with the clicking of Pippins little paws to announce them, this makes all this seem worth it.
Tonight, I sit and remember these Words:
John 14:1-3; 23
Don’t let yourselves be disturbed. Trust in God and trust in Me. In My Father’s house are many places to live. If there weren’t, I would have told you; because I am going there to prepare a place for you. Since I am going and preparing a place for you, I will return to take you with Me; so that where I am, you may be also.
If someone loves Me, he will keep My Word; and My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him.”
It is a very hard thing to obey and take the day of rest when so very much still needs put in order, fixed, repaired and done. Trust in God and also in Me this is a high calling. Will there seem like enough hours in the days ahead? Likely not. Yet, all things needful get done everyday according to His plan. Definitely not according to ours most the time. I lay my head down for a few short hours of rest each day with the list dropping endlessly down with my eye lids of things undone, missed, forgotten or simply I’ve run out of energy to do. It’s hard. Yet my heart hears the Father say, it is well. ..it is well for today. I choose trust in those words, my lists will have to obey a higher knowledge as I place them into His hands each day. The more I live the more aware I become of my limitations and His limitlessness! This is my Home, this place of humility and frailty, but His matchless grace all the more! Where time yields more and more into His hands, my youth no longer the “con man” it used to be. (Smiles)
Home. His presence, His purpose, His timing, His ideas, His love His teaching, His guidance, His dreams, His desires. ..Home.
May we all find Yeshua (Jesus) Words be true daily, that He takes us there, He gives His yoke, His shalom (peace) each day to exact measure. That His Word is kept as the steadfast maintenence of our hearts, the temple of a Living, active, loving, gracious, Merciful God, where His Home is made in each of us daily. No need for deeds, loans, physical repairs, paint, caulking, wires, facets, just Him, His person possessing each corner, hall, room of our hearts. Flashing the true furnishings of its dwelling, faces of loved ones, prayers, thanksgiving, and praise. Where the imprint of knees bloodied on the floors from petitions for His provision in His will are the hallmarks of the life lived there. And the echoes of worshiping Him never fade. He lives! He dwells here! Come and see! The goodness of God makes a Home!
♡ Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ♡
There very idea that God is waiting to show grace to me, compassion, mercy (chesed) springs forth such awe into my soul. I almost always see myself as the waiting one. Learning patience, practicing my trust muscle to wait for Adonai (the Lord) to show up in some answer or circumstance. Today, I will linger longer on the fact that He is waiting for me. There is somewhere within that He longs to pour out His grace, compassion and mercy on me. Oh that He would turn my eyes to see this place daily that I may receive Him in the fullness of His measure. There I place myself along the side of the road to wait on where God is waiting in me.
To stop and ponder His timing – so perfect, so intimate, so tender. To look for Him instead of where I can meet Him. He’s there, waiting for me. Ready to pull the picture into true focus. Counting down the sands in the hour-glass of each exact moment He can pour out into my soul all that He is. Timing…a great illusion to my finite eyes.
And what can be more of the greatness of His treasure held out to me than His Grace? Whose compassion can be more acutely and profoundly healing than His? Is there a more fulfilling place to be than inside His mercy?
I am waiting…waiting on You, my Master, Redeemer! Come, wait no more to pour out Your grace to me. My arms are open, waiting on You, to wait no more, for me today!
♡ Grace and Shalom in Yeshua the Messiah ♡