To the Diligent Searcher for Meaning

"Whoever shall call on The Name of the Lord shall be saved."

If you ask "Why? For the terrible trial?", He will tell you, "I Am here; Still here! Will you not recognize the face of your Redeemer?" You are being delivered, and MIGHTY is the One who delivers you! Find your freedom in the praising of the excellence of the Lord! Find your joy in the expressions of His Love! Find your voice, bursting out in song, from the gratitude that wells up in response to His presence! Do not consent to the slavery which forbids the full expression of exuberant participation! Shed shame like a soiled garment. Put on His garment of light! Step up into the high office of His calling! Feel the glory of KNOWING HIM. He is right there next to you, for the speaking of His Name!

1 Corinthians 12:3

Therefore I am informing you that no one speaking by the Spirit of God says, “Jesus is cursed,” and no one can say, “Jesus is Lord,” except by the Holy Spirit.

The Wounded Warrior

"Blessed be the Lord, my Rock, who trains my hands for war."

Wisdom seems to dictate that we do what we can to avoid pain and suffering. After all, there is something to be said for surviving to live another day. Along with what seems obvious, is the assumption, unaware and unavoidable, that there must be something wrong with the one who is suffering. We deem them "smitten of God." They MUST deserve what is happening to them.

The laws of the world are to be obeyed. Violators are punished. Conformity is assured. That's just the way it is, right? Keep emotion out of it, don't even look at it, or it will break you, will drive you insane.

For the strong, suffering has turned into a gift. They gained their very strength in the fight, for courage has found it's anchor, and faith the meaning for it's being. In the lowest pit of hell, Love has arrived. Walls are broken down, locked gates are blown wide open, with the impact of His arrival! Pain has conferred an inevitable grip on an awareness of His beauty and inestimable value! Who He Is enters into us, remakes us, and inflames us with His passion! As strong as that sorrow feels, His joy is mightier, all consuming! He creates in us the capacity for the feeling of it! Violence and fear used by the enemy to break us and control us, is now the creative energy that He already authorized! Our very wound is now known to be the catalyst that fires our change into His image, victorious in His joy! We have been trained in how to exercise joy!

"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise." Psalm 51:17

"The Lord is near to the brokenhearted

And saves those who are crushed in spirit." Psalm 34:18 

"If the Son sets you free, you shall be free indeed!"

Sister, Wake Up!

It is time for you to wake up from your sleep, as from the dead! You will be the only one with eyes opened from slumber, so you will see my departure! Pick up the mantle which I have dropped for you!

The body of Christ has cried ten thousand tears for her older sister, who suffers persecution and hatred from the world. This is proof of who she is! She belongs to the Lord! Sadly, she has not allowed herself to be comforted, she refused to recognize the Face of her redeemer, so as to begin the service of her calling! All creation pleads for her to recognize and internalize these truths, to strengthen herself with the Glory of her Lord! Then will her sons be called the Sons of the Most High! Then her sons will be His ministers! She will oversee the comfort and care if the nations. Her blessing will become the blessings of the nations, the bounty of her gifts! She will never be afraid or alone any more!

Our brother has told lies about you, but he also knows the truth, that of your darkest memories, which he also shares. In making you the public scapegoat, the object of blame, and shame, he has, for a time, avoided his own condemnation. His strident persecution of you is to remove attention from his own gross sin. He is trying to take your inheritance! Those same machinations will be exposed for all to see!

Oh, loveliest of women! Abandon your idolatry and repudiate your abusive, deceptive lover! Return! Return! To HIM who has already paid the price to redeem you! Throw off your chains of degradation of the one you have given the authority over you! Didn't you know you are already free? You have forgotten your inheritance! Do not suffer the dictates of the contemptuous King! Do not be seduced by his sweet sounding lies! Instead, let Him Who Loves you remove the last vestiges of the filth of your imprisonment! Let Him wash you and make you clean!

How I have grieved for the lonely woman, wandering in her exile! She was rejected by her family, put out by her father, even in the midst of her grief! Who can blame her if she is overcome? She cannot see, or understand, that her family is flooded with sorrow and tears for her! Prays fervently for her peace! I am struck, am blinded by my anguish, have no words for the losses, in the faithless city! Why must the children suffer? It is a high price to pay for stubbornness. Your sons shall reject this narrative! The Lord, Himself, shall call them out! So shall my sister take up the mantle I dropped, as I was lifted up!

Hidden

The luminous serenity of the early morn
Belies the undercurrent aspect of the surreal.
For almost upon us is the reality shift
As exhausted watchmen send out their last appeal.

The everlasting gates have lifted up therir heads.
The trump's been blown by the King of Glory!
In a flash of light, the doors open, then close,
The portal where begins His end time story.

How euphorious the blast which opens the day!
He shakes the earth upon which I stand!
How strange that the world is yet untouched!
Grimly determined in oblivion, to the last man!

I am bound for something different
Then the earth dweller who refused God's peace!
I'll minister as priest in the hall of His sanctuary,
In the heart of His power, where joy can only increase!

In the chariot of my prince I arrive
Among noble warriors and valiant men.
I will ascend up to the banquet hall
As those who were called to His feast, gather in.

Mighty men go straight up, into the fortified city
To their appointment in the stronghold of the Lord.
The spoil is to be divided amongst them
Once broken, are all the seals, with their cords.

This inner sanctum in the sides of the north,
The unassailable heights which are His throne,
Where His people are sheltered, hidden away,
Dwells the full vibrant flower of righteousness, that He condones!

Oh! Glory! Translated! And clothed in light!
The Endless Mind swallows all vestige of time!
Strength here reserved for creativity and birth
On the Rock, of the High Place, His Secret Garden, I climb!

Meanwhile, on earth, fear and confusion abound,
The enemy cast down in in a rage,
opening eyes to a rekindled war,
The enemy's plans, solely by the blood of the Lamb,
are engaged!

Son of My Heart

Son of my heart, how I ache to comfort you! Your peace is a long way from you yet. The calling of the Lord must prevail, for only He can see you through!

I am sorry you have lost sight of how precious you are to me, but how will you ever find your own strength, if I keep fighting for you? If you depend on me? How will you know how high you can soar, unless you permit Him to lift you up? Your struggle is not against Him. He actually loves you far more than my own human capacity, and comes bearing great gifts for you!

I know the adjustment seems like a great hardship, this taking up of, and growing into, your calling. Suffering in Him always reveals the full measure of our worth, is how we are able to mentally comprehend value: His, and ours in His light. The Son gave us the standard for that determination. It is with bright hope that I release you to fulfill your promise! You will accomplish what you have to when you need to. You will find the joy you deserve in Him!

It's Just Waiting Now

2 Chronicles 30


Jerusalem of Judah is my sister. We live side by side in the same household, but half a world apart. Because her eyes are veiled, I must assume the role of the elder. I must lead her to the Father. She is proud, and bitterly hostile to my aid. I can do nothing to help her if she refuses, for she would never find her way to where the Father waits so patiently for her. So I wait, and prevail upon my spouse to intercede. Only He can heal and reconcile her. I do not have those skills of persuasion with which to make blind eyes see.

I must be removed from her sphere of influence, so she will awake from her sleep! To my sorrow, my presence enables her lack of vision, her refusal to comprehend. She will be even more angry for a while, that it is only I allowed in the Father's house, but she must be properly dressed, first, to be in the Father's presence. Those garments only come from the Father and take much humility to apprehend.

The Bride is identified as the one who expends much energy searching for her beloved, her groom. Her life is absorbed in Him. He lures her with His voice and His nearness, but she just misses Him! She begs every one else to find Him. Others grow sick of her passion, and abuse her for her devotion, but she must needs be unsatisfied until she is in His presence. Nothing can disturb her love for Him, or quench her affections!

Psalm 57

1 Be gracious to me, God, be gracious to me,
for I take refuge in You. I will seek refuge in the shadow of Your wings
until danger passes.
2 I call to God Most High,
to God who fulfills His purpose for me.[b]
3 He reaches down from heaven and saves me,
challenging the one who tramples me.Selah
God sends His faithful love and truth.
4 I am surrounded by lions;
I lie down with those who devour men.
Their teeth are spears and arrows;
their tongues are sharp swords.
5 God, be exalted above the heavens,

let Your glory be over the whole earth.
6 They prepared a net for my steps;
I was despondent.
They dug a pit ahead of me,
but they fell into it!Selah

7 My heart is confident, God, my heart is confident.
I will sing; I will sing praises.
8 Wake up, my soul![c]
Wake up, harp and lyre!
I will wake up the dawn.
9 I will praise You, Lord, among the peoples;
I will sing praises to You among the nations.
10 For Your faithful love is as high as the heavens;
Your faithfulness reaches the clouds.
11 God, be exalted above the heavens;
let Your glory be over the whole earth.

Yesterday, I was dying. Abused and seemingly alone, the greedy darkness closed in on my feeble resistance. Yet with the dawn of the new day, the seed of God within me has resurrected me to join with Him, the burning Flame which is my life and my desire. Joy's exuberance is now my castle, gladly exulted in worship of my King!

I am lifted out of the midst of wickedness and despair. I depart from the valley of death's shadow. I leave the wilderness, in the crossing of the Jordan. As my flesh transforms into light, I step through the door in the veil. Such is the victory of the Lord's ressurection! 

The Bride's jubilee year was the last of the sixth millineum. Now she goes up into the promised land on the tenth day of the month, no longer an exodus, but an entering in, and a gathering together! On the tenth day of the month, our Lord entered Jerusalem, where He would be ressurected. She has her own tenth of the month, right after His, as she follows Him to Her own ressurection, the redemption of her body, just like her Lord!

For Those Who Don't Understand What Freedom Is

"He who says to his brother 'thou fool' shall be in danger of hellfire."

"The wrath of man does not accomplish the will of God."

"And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another. And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many. And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold."

Have you ever been angry at another person? This furious response would be for when they very much do not meet our expectations, and our response is to seek to motivate them to do so. It feels so righteous. If you've experienced this, then you know how it feels to be offended. Being offended is a deal breaker in the context of love. You cannot love someone you are attempting to control. Love, instead, lets go.

Why do we seek to control? It's for our own benefit, of course, but the reality of it is, that it is WE who are controlled, by our own anger! "In your anger, do not sin." Yet, those who are unloving make their decisions from a foundation of negative emotions, when they attempt to force an outcome. "He who sins is a slave to sin." This psychosis is being mistaken for love.

Now, the freedom which is love, is a position of internal strength from which to give, forgive, and act upon. It is a state of mind unaffected by circumstance, and goes far above and beyond societal expectations. It's mirror image and companion is wisdom. Freedom has structure, boundaries, and "rules." If we stay within it's precepts, we will ascend into the heights in the train of the Most High, for freedom is the only base from which it becomes our 
very nature to do what is right, the very righteousness of God!

"If the Son sets you free, you shall be free indeed!"

"Great peace have they which love thy law, and nothing shall offend them."