Month 6:3, Week 1:2 (Shanee/Matzah), Year:Day 5940:150 AM|
2Exodus 3/40, Yovel - Year 50/50 - Teshuvah 3/39
Gregorian Calendar: Sunday 4 September 2016
Death Knoll of the Bull
Vision of the Field of the 900,000
Chastisement of the Remnant
It is only as the flesh bursts into flames, consumed by its folly, and crashes to the ground into the dust where it can move no more and pursue no more its futile quest for immortality, that the work assigned to the qodeshim (saints, set-apart ones) may finally be given. You will not be given your work - your calling - as part of the Remnant until you have finally died to your flesh! No more pretending, no more delaying, no more procrastinating, no more protesting - please! Why do you stubbornly cling on to death, O son or daughter of the Most High? Must your sceptre be ripped from your hand, your crown struck from off your head? Must your self-sovereignty, your pride, your cowardice, your stubbornness, be dealt with in such a fashion? If it is still there, at this late hour, on the very eve of the Great Change, then, yes, it must, without any doubt whatsoever, if you still insist you belong to the Master and intend to keep to your vow of fealty.
The Reward of the Flesh
Do not pretend that you do not know what I am talking about for I will not joust with you so that you might establish your 'point'. Can you not see the futility of your course? If you can, then why do you persist in repeating, again and again, the same old errors, believing the same old lies and promises of the Enemy, when each time they fail you? Do you not know this is regarded by the wise as a sign of insanity? The flesh is insane, it knows neither rhyme nor reason. It is like an angry bull charging the matador again and again until finally it is felled and can charge no longer. This is the reward of the flesh - to lie in your own spiritual blood - drained, helpless and dying. The bull will not rise again for another charge. It is finished.
Vision of the Field and Crashed Plane
Today I must share one more vision I say yesterday. I saw an aircraft and it came crashing down into an enormous wheat field. The wheat so high that you could not see the plane at all. Save for the place where it had entered the field, the werck was entirely concealed, and it was by following this path that I was able to find it. Brethren and sisters, the field is the Mission of the Remnant, it is ripe and ready to harvest, the work of the last generation, the balance of the 900,000 souls of Messianic Israel. This wheat is gigantic because these are spiritual giants, reserved for the end.
No King's Kids
I speak now to the Penultimate Generation who must begin gathering the Last Generation in earnest. You - we - are going to be thrown into this work ready or not, because we covenanted to do it, even if it means Yahweh shooting down down that foolish bull in flames and making us crash-land into reality. Get ready for a rough landing. Get ready for some shocks. There is no pampering to the flesh in this work. Mean what you say. We must give account for our words, our vows, and do them. Are we Yahweh's servants or His reprobates? There are no 'King's Kids' in this work for all are servants just as our Master was.
Hard and Frail
If Yahweh crashes you, it is to save you from yourself. The battle-line is forming fast and your spot awaits you. Get sober. Stop chasing after foolish dreams. The old Hollywood Christianity is finished. Stop kissing yourself in the closet and staring at yourself in the mirror. The heavenly élite requires absolute dedication, absolute surrender. There is no pampering, no boasting, save in Messiah. The Remnant servant must be as hard and unmoving as bronze and yet so elegant and frail that a zephyr (gentle breeze) would make him fall over. Above all, it is time to stop reciting ideals over and over and instead start living the Chayim (Life) Yah'shua (Jesus) purchased for us. There's so much teaching - so many theological words - it's a wonder we aren't dying of spiritual constipation. Time for a heavenly colon cleanse! Walk away from the mirror and into the Adventure.
Endure Hardship, Take Leave of the World
Like I said, it's coming sooner than you think, and you're going to be flung into it even while your blazing wings are ripping off. Be a noble pilot and try not to crash into anyone, OK? There are no more childish robes for the Penultimate Generation. You either grow up or abort your mission. You're an army person now. So "endure hardship with us like a good soldier of Messiah Yah'shua (Jesus). No one serving as a soldier gets involved in civilian affairs - he wants to please his commanding officer" (2 Tim.2:3-4, NIV). Take your leave of the world.
When the cyclone blows through the trees the next time, the days of peace will be over and we will be at war again. Do you believe that? The border skirmishes have already started but now the moblilised armies are assembling. You've got your call-up papers, so to the front, and courage, mon brave!