9 a.m. Sunday November 27, 2022. 48F/9C.
Cool. The hollow is not hot, nor is it cold. The loud jet plane is somewhere behind the clouds overhead. The loud jet plane comes through whenever they are creating winds to drag the clouds off to their destructive destination. May our God, king of the universe, protect and save. As soon as the roaring moves on, hundreds of birds squawk, caw and screech. Foraging seems to be such noisy work in the cool weather. Now the only roaring comes from the noise of water gurgling past tree roots and over large rocks in the creek bed. Black, brown and gray are the colors of the day, but not forever. There is great hope in every root that knows its place in God’s plan. Cool.
The Gospel of Matthew, chapter three
My Father God, I am amazed at your power and glory. All dominion be yours. Amen.
In chapter three we got to witness one of John the baptizer’s more fiery sermons. He called the men of Jerusalem’s temple elite “generation of vipers”, and indeed, he had reason to do so. They had twisted the law so that it was no longer for man’s benefit, but for their own.
God means what he says and NEEDS no interpretation to be effective.
And now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees:
An axe is something that breaks into pieces, or tears down. The root is the root of a tree, but also the child that draws life from the root. “And even now also,” John added to his statement about the elite, “an axe is stretched out in the direction of the offspring tree, therefore the whole tree which produces no good fruit to pluck, is cut out and thrown in the location of fire.”
They knew he meant they and their family lines. It was as though John suddenly stopped his personal reaction to the men and began delivering God’s prophecy to the elite families of the temple.
Therefore every tree which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.
Then John explained the plan to them who agreed to be baptized.
I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance: but he that cometh after me is mightier than I, whose shoes I am not worthy to bear: he shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost, and with fire:
Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat intohis garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire.
John said, “I truly baptize you in water to begin your admission of guilt and reversal of that. BUT the coming after me, he is forcible, powerful, mightier than me, whose sandals I am not competent to even touch. He will baptize you in sacred breath and also lightning fire. Whose winnowing fork in his hand, his hand is his power, he cleanses his threshing floor, and collects his good grain into the granary. But he will burn to dust the chaff with perpetual lightning fire.”
Or something like that. He was a fiery and yet humble preacher.
Fiery and humble is what is desired of God’s chosen people.
Life in the hollow, Sunday
Thursday night, the image of Yeshua was with me and I, of course, asked all my silly questions. And by the way, I believe that each person who follows Yeshua ought to be asking our heavenly Father all their silly questions about his plans for their destinies. He just might bring abundant joy. Ask.
But Yeshua’s attention seemed briefly distracted, even though his words did not stop. “Your mind is elsewhere,” I told him.
“Oh no,” he said, “My mind is on the conversation at hand”. And I decided that there really is no way for me to know where his mind is. But there was still a discernible “bump” in the evenness of the image of him.
And he then said that I must send the hosts of heaven, the war angels of heaven, to California, to the landslide. I asked the location, and the type of landslide. Was it of opinions, or of rocks and dirt moving down a mountain? Apparently that does not matter. “I must go with them,” he responded by moving on to the next task.
I spoke clumsily, but I spoke commands and instructions for angels to go to California Landslide and repair problems there.
Then he suddenly got joyful and stood. “Watch THIS!” he said with a big grin. When he said, “Watch THIS,” it was not like an angel delivering a profound message. No, it was like a child, getting ready to do a stunt on his bicycle!
The image of his body became hazier than it already was, until there stood two images of Yeshua. One image was on a mission, very intent and focused, as I’ve seen Yeshua be. The other image sat down next to me to continue his teaching exactly where he left off.
But I could not go right back to the prior teaching. My thoughts were flooded with more questions. “Do you know where the other part of you went? Do you keep up with him? Can you split in two and still carry on a conversation here?”
“I know exactly where I am at all times. I can carry on millions of conversations at once.”
The image on a mission returned. Yeshua stood, arms at his side, but slightly lifted off his side. He stood slightly to the north-northeast of me, facing me. The two identical images of Yeshua were absorbed by each other until they were one image.
He was one. He is one. He is patient, childlike, magnificently one with our heavenly Father, and humble.
Enter My Peace 