Thursday, February 15, 2018

Lazrus' Resurrection as a Prophetic Parable


Now a certain body was sick, Revelation of Holy-Time, the village of Forgiveness and Trust.  It was Forgiveness who anointed the Word with ointment, and wiped Word’s feet with her hair, whose brother, Revelation was sick.

Forgiveness and Trust sent word to Him saying, “Word, behold the Revelation whom you love is sick.”

But when Word heard this, He said, “This sickness is not to end in death, but for the glory of Law, so that the Word of Law may be glorified by it.”

Now the Word loved Trust, her sister Forgiveness and brother Revelation.

So when Word heard that Revelation was sick, Word then stayed two days longer in the place where Word was at.

Then after this Word said to the Church, “Let us go to Worship again.”

The Church said to Word, “Teacher, the Chosen were just now seeking to stone you, and are you going to Worship again?”

Word answered, “Are there not twelve hours in Day?  If anyone walks in Day, he does not stumble, because he sees the Light of Kingdom come on earth.”

“But if anyone sleep-walks in Night, he stumbles, because Light is not in him.”

This Word said, and after that Word said to them, “Our friend, Revelation has fallen asleep; but I go, so that I may awaken Revelation out of sleep.”

The Church said to Word, “Lord, if he has fallen asleep, Revelation will recover.”

Now Word had spoken of Revelation’s death, but Church thought that Word was speaking of the literal law which causes sleep.

So Word said to Church plainly, “Revelation is dead, and I am glad for your sakes that I was not there, so that you may purify belief; but let us go to Revelation.”

Therefore Doubt, who is called Twice, said to his fellow Churches, “Let us also go, so that we may die with Word.”

So when Word came, Word found that Revelation had already been in the tomb four days of the night that has come upon us.

Now Holy-Time was near Peaceful, about two miles off, and many of the Chosen had come to Trust and Forgiveness, to console them concerning their brother Revelation.

Trust therefore, when she heard that Word was coming went to meet Word, but Forgiveness stayed at the house.

Trust then said to Word, “Lord if You had been here, my Revelation would not have died.  Even now I know that whatever You ask of Law, Law will give Word.”

Word said to Trust; “Your Revelation will rise again.”

Trust said to Word, “I know Revelation will rise again in Resurrection on the last day.”

Word said to Trust, “I am Resurrection and Life; he who believes in Word will live even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes in Word will never die.  Trust do you believe this?”

Trust said to Him, “Yes, Word; I believe You are Alive, the Son of Law, even Word who comes into the world.”

When Trust had said this, she went away and called Forgiveness her sister, saying secretly, “The Teacher is here and is calling for Forgiveness before Resurrection.”

And when Forgiveness heard it, she got up quickly and was coming to Word.

Then the Chosen who were with her in the house, and consoling Forgiveness, when the saw that Forgiveness got up quickly and went out, they followed Forgiveness, supposing that she was going to the tomb to weep there.

Therefore, when Forgiveness came where Word was, she saw Word, and fell at Words feet, saying to Him, “Word, if You had been here, Revelation would not have died.”

When Word therefore saw her weeping, and the Chosen who came with her also weeping, Word was deeply moved in the spirit and was troubled, and said, “Where have you laid Revelation?” They said to Word, “come and see.”

Word wept.

So the Chosen were saying, “See how Word loved Revelation!”

But some of Chosen said, “Could not this Word, who opened the eyes of the blind man, have kept this Revelation also from dying?”

So Word, again being deeply moved within, came to the tomb. Now it was a Holy Chamber, and a stone the builders rejected was lying against it.

Word said, “Remove the stone.” Trust, the sister of the deceased Revelation, said to Word, “Word, by this time there will be a stench, for Revelation has been dead four days.”

Word said to Trust, “Did I not say to you that if you believe, you will see the glory of Law?”

So they removed the rejected stone.  Then Word raised His eyes, and said, “Law, I thank You that You have heard me. I knew that Law always hears Word; but because of the Chosen standing around I said it, so that they may believe that Law sent Word.”

When Word had said these things, Word cried out with a loud voice, “Revelation, come forth.”

The Revelation who had died came forth, bound hand and foot with wrappings, and his face was wrapped around with a veil.  Word said to them, “Unbind Revelation, and let him go.”

Therefore many of the Chosen who came to Forgiveness, and saw what Word had done, believed in Word.

But some of them went to the Temple and told Chosen the things which Word had done.

Saturday, January 28, 2017


A wonder is a wonder, to state the obvious.  Signs and wonders are an "it" thing.  We want to know what they are so we can predict what's going to happen next or validate what we believe.  And my or my there are plenty of "experts" recognizing them in the world today. After all remember the blood moons!  Forgive my cynicism but I think if signs and wonders are what dictates our future aren't we missing out on the beauty of a wonder?  God is a wonder!  So when on the receiving end of one of His wonder's shouldn't the reaction be; Aha! Wow! Amazing! Unbelievable!  It's not about what to expect or sign to look for; it's about the joy that comes with the wonder of the unexpected!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Describe God

I love God, He's my Father, Lord, Savior and King. When reading Psalms 91 in Brian Simmons Psalms Poetry on Fire a phrase in verse two caused me to pause: Here's how I describe Him ... I wonder; "How do I describe God?"  I know how I feel, but how would I describe Him?

It's the Christmas season and I describe Him as a baby in a manger.  At Easter He's the crucified Savior.  Both are wonderful images yet I sense I could describe Him as something more than what He is, more of who He is and how I know Him.

I wrestle with descriptors as He's indescribable.  Words like wonderful, marvelous, magnificent all apply but are inadequate for what I want.  To describe how I know Him words like generous, kind, patient, gentle, jealous, passionate are only a start.  To state the obvious; He is love personified. 

Then in Psalm 8, from Poetry on Fire, David describes Him as a 'Fascinating Artist'.  There it is... that's the God I know, He is Fascinating! He never ceases to amaze and astound me.  Just when I think I've figured something out He smiles, then expands and elaborates in such a way I respond; WOW!  I love that about Him.

His artistry is a wonder!  The orange of a sunset, pink sunrises, grey thunderstorms, spring greens, summers bouquet of color, falls brilliance, winter draped in white.  Who but God could have such a diverse creative imagination.  I like that about Him!

The list of adjectives are endless for describing God; perhaps that's why He said to simply call Him I Am.  Yet in discovering new ways to describe Him I'm drawn ever closer to knowing more about His character as Father, Lord, Savior and King; how exciting!

                                                                  So, how do you describe God?

Friday, March 22, 2013

Be Also

As a kid I loved to imagine I could go to far away places to times long forgetten in search of lost treasures.  Perhaps it was Aladdin's cave where only I would know the magic word that opens treasures door.  Then I'd jump onto a flying carpet, soar through the heavens my heart searching for grander adventures and more treasures.

I discovered worlds beyond my own through the many books I read.  They filled my childhood with wonder filled imagination.  I remember playing in the shadow of a great tree, pretending I was at Solomon's court and asking God if He could make me wise.  I thought it pretty cool that Solomon knew how to save that baby, I wanted to be able to do that.  I love that God heard that prayer and used it to draw me unto Himself, what a treasure!

As an adult I discovered the book that became the guide for life's God adventures.  Along the way we've walked through the valley of the shadow (Ps 23:4), and He has made my feet like hinds feet and set me upon my high places (Ps 18:33).  The doors which have opened, revealing heavens treasures, when I knocked, unlocked with the key of unconditional love, or simply asked in the name of Jesus. 

Within this great read of a book I discovered God treasures which were purchased with His blood and freely given through the Holy Spirit.  Oh the wonder of His favor, the mystery of joy unspeakable and full of glory, the heady scent and flavor of the Spirit's ripened fruit.  John wrote; "And there are many other things which Jesus did, which if they were written in detail, I suppose that even the world itself would not contain the books which were written (John 21:25).  I imagine those treasured books are in eternities heavenly library where they are read. 

A definition of treasure is the place in which good and precious things are collected and laid up.  Oh what good and precious gifts have I collected over the years, filled my heart's storehouse of faith so that when needed freely I have received freely I will give.  Because I know where my treasure is there will my heart be also. (Luke 12:34) 

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Perfect Gift

Finding the perfect gift can be so frustrating yet very rewarding.  I don't know how many times I've seen something and thought, 'That would be perfect for 'so and so' I should buy it,' and didn't.  Then when it's time to get a gift I can't find it or anything else that would be as perfect.  I'm so glad God doesn't do that.

He says every good and perfect gift is from Him.  I think of the perfect gifts He has given.  First and foremost His son, Jesus.  He comes wrapped in a swaddling cloth.  Angels rejoice, wise men bring gifts, Shepherds stand in awe and a heavenly star brightly declares His glory.  We celebrate this gift and call it Christmas.

Thirty years later the man, Jesus, comes to fulfill the law and prophets by setting captives free from sin.  This time He is wrapped in blood.  A severe lashing becomes the stripes of healing.  Thorns are the crown He so majestically wears as King of kings and Lord of lords.  The weight of sin is placed on His back and He carries it through the streets of a city whose name means peace.  Hands and feet are pierced becoming the cross of salvation.  We celebrate this gift and call it Easter.
Since the dawn of creation God has given many gifts; such as free will to call Him friend.  With His very breath He wrapped us in the gift of the Holy Spirit.  Everyday I unwrap this gift when I produce fruit of the Spirit rather than desires of the flesh. Finally the perfect gift, unconditional love, which for the joy set before Him God willingly purchased with His blood. We celebrate this gift and call it eternal life.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

That Voice

Whenever I edit someone else's writing I listen for the voice within the piece.  I'm careful that any changes I make don't sound like me. I remember a few years ago a friend had talked with another friend; she then said; "Rhonda you are spending entirely too much time together!  You sound alike!  I thought I was talking to you!"  At the time I laughed, but the Lord had been trying to get the same point across to me and I hadn't been listening.  I spent a lot of time with that person and I did sound like her.  I had to step back and restore my voice; which was a process.

Remembering this prompts me to wonder;  "Do I let the Word made flesh, Jesus, speak in His voice or edit it to sound like my own?"  Jesus said: "My sheep shall know my voice."  At Mt. Sinai the people were given the choice to go up and hear God's voice, they chose not too and wanted Moses to listen for them.  Do I choose to have ears to hear?  Or do I want others to listen for me?  Am I abiding so that I know the nuances of His voice?

I soooooooo desire to hear the voice of creation!  What words did He ponder on, then chose to create dirt?  I imagine a math equation of words that formed the dust of the earth.  It was important to get dirt just right because after all it's what formed man in God's image. When the breath entered in how long did it take to activate the eardrum?  What were the first words heard? 
I wonder such things because I want to know that I know it's His voice when speaking.  I train my ears to listen because He's not just my Savior, Lord, God and King but my Friend.  I want to hear when there's something He wants to talk about.  When the still small voice that directs, encourages, corrects, and just wants to chat calls my name; I want to make sure I hear that voice.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Finish the Course

For the joy set before . . .  Run the race . . .  I've been told I run like a girl; Duh, I am a girl.  Yet when it comes to the joy set before me I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength, even run.  But there are times I become weary; especially if I'm running with out joyful endurance.  Then I need to walk and not faint.  If I don't take the time to walk I'll end up crawling to the finish line, if I'm lucky.  But I don't want to depend upon luck; I want sufficient grace to help me with what I can't do for myself; put my eyes back on the prize of joy unspeakable and full of glory.  Marvelous, intangible glory which strengthens my soul.  Not pride or reward but shekinah glory; the evidence of God's enveloping presence that manifests itself as a cloud by day and fire by night. They reveal the prepared way and then I can finish the course.