He’s not even close to done

Two dozen raindrops have hit the porch floor. More on the way!

2:30 p.m. Monday July 4, 2022. 78F/26C.

Shades were pulled closed. While engaged in mental exercises, explaining how to be content indoors, in the dark, in the heat, the sky suddenly rattled and boomed. The cabin door and all the windows shook. The door is pulled open for an inspection. The ground is dry. Small song birds are busy tweeting out their greetings to one another. A cautious step is taken. The porch steps are wobbly. The sandy ground beyond is dry and rapidly warming. Unexpectedly, another loud boom rings out overhead. This time near enough and bright enough to make those tiny hairs on the arms stand up and take notice. It’s a good time not to be the highest point on open ground. A run is made for the porch. After over a month of dryness, one large drop of water hit the porch floor boards, but only one. What great joy to hear the sound of leaves in motion off to the west. The marching of rain roars as it comes nearer. The odor of dust and lightning falls on the porch. It is inhaled like the finest aroma from an outdoor grill. With one hand on the cabin door, the noise of rain finally hits the greenhouse roof, then the porch. A dozen very cold large drops hit the back and soak through to skin rapidly. It is startling and it is joyful. Rain.

I can hear the rain approaching!

The book of Ezekiel, chapter forty three

Abba Father, thank you. Thank you for cooling down the day. Thank you for rain. Please reveal to us the meanings in your word, the Bible. In the name of Yeshua, I pray. Amen.

Ezekiel took a tour of a natural/supernatural temple. God entered the temple in his sight and began instructing Ezekiel.

And the altar shall be twelve cubits long, twelve broad, square in the four squares thereof.

The altar of the temple, twelve long, twelve wide, square, four sides of the square. Our God is such a planner! He already knows what he wants his temple to look like, right down to the altar. Twelve cubits is about twenty feet or six meters. That’s big.

And the settle shall be fourteen cubits long and fourteen broad in the four squares thereof; and the border about it shall be half a cubit; and the bottom thereof shall be a cubit about; and his stairs shall look toward the east.

The altar, this huge… well… charcoal grill, would be situated atop a bed that is fourteen by fourteen cubits. Fourteen cubits are about 23 feet or 7 meters. The bed would have a ledge all around it about ten inches high. After all, you wouldn’t want ashes to drop from the fire and get all over the floor of the inner courtyard. The ledge would keep the fire place nice and tidy. The priest would ascend to the grill at the top of the altar by steps on the east side of the altar.

And he said unto me, Son of man, thus saith the Lord GOD; These are the ordinances of the altar in the day when they shall make it, to offer burnt offerings thereon, and to sprinkle blood thereon.

God spoke of the future in that verse. He said those are the protocols to follow when they build the altar. The altar would be for burnt offerings and for sprinkling blood. Here’s an oddity: the word for burnt offerings is oh-LAW, which in its root form means “to ascend”. Ascending traditionally means to carry a sacrifice up to the altar. But I find the implications of ascending to be full of other meanings.

Something tells me that God is not done with what he wishes to teach mankind in the temple complex.

Rain falling on the tree that’s the furthest away

Life in the hollow, Monday

That nice little rain is over. It made such a great difference in the landscape. It got overcast at the hottest time of day, making everything tolerable.

While the Holy Spirit was chatting last Saturday, I asked about heaven and about the supernatural temple that Ezekiel saw.

“So, heaven is another dimension?” I asked.

“Yes,” I heard. “There are ten dimensions, even eleven. Ten dimensions fall into man’s definition of dimension. One does not match man’s definition, but it still is.”

Way. Over. My. Head. “How does that work?” I asked. “Does heaven overlap earth and we just cannot see the heavenly structures?”

He answered, “Your concept of space is incorrect.”

Probably so.

He exists outside of time. He remembers the past and the future. He exists outside of space, and yet he travels where ever he desires, when ever he desires. His voice is many, his voice created many, his voice loves many, but he is one. His breath is passionate, his breath teaches many, and is many, but he is one.

He is not done with what he wishes to teach mankind. Not even close to done.

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