Category: Pondering’s in the light of dawn
When we plead the blood of Jesus, when we break the bread, we open the way to the Tree of Life principalities SEE again the cross. They see their defeat on the cross. They see the penalty paid, which has set God’s people free.
Today, let the divide take place. Let the feather pen of the Chief Cornerstone – The Ancient of Days assist us in writing & walking out His best for us in 2020 and Beyond. Within the 2 options let’s choose life.
Many causes, organizations, and ministries with the intent to “stand up” for a people group, rightly seek to defend those who sense and/or experience rejection, hatred, and danger against themselves and their race. Their determination to implement the measuring line of justice carries with it a righteous motive. However, When we have dishonored His name and all that His name is, how can we expect unity to dwell among the ethnos? For every ethnos created bears a representation of His name. To honor His name is to love Him. To love Him is to fear Him. To fear Him is to love. To love is to walk in love. To love is to walk in His ways – those ways in which the sound of His names echo.
The spirit of the United States and every nation of the world is in need of us to courageously accept God’s river of government.
It is in receiving God’s kindness through repentance that sight given reveals the Door. In receiving the One who stands at the door we are accepting the invitation to dine with the resurrected Christ. Such a supper empowers our God-given positions and posturing as watchmen/women priests on Nehemiah’s Wall, and as noblewomen/men in the courts of our King.
Many have despised the act and value of judgment due to the misinformation of what wise judgment is. Amateur “judging” often laced with accusation causes the invaluable gift of judgment to be shelved by those offended, or by those wrongfully taught.
How do you walk in a land paved with the soul blood of God’s champions? Tears spilled. Feeling the gift of life beneath the earth, the soles of my feet struggled. It was as if the “shoes shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace” which I was wearing in the Spirit, were alive and aware of the gospel proclaimed by those whose blood was shed.
Dressed in His white robe, He moved through these ripened fields with extreme ecstasy. The Bridegroom King was passing through His fields. He was visiting His future family.
It was Him who said, “How lovely it is when brethern dwell together in unity.” He would not of directed us into that challenge, if He Himself did not want to unite with us.