Month 6:6, Week 1:5 (Chamashee/Teruah), Year:Day 5940:153 AM|
2Exodus 3/40, Yovel - Year 50/50 - Teshuvah 6/39
Gregorian Calendar: Wednesday 7 September 2016
The Canoeing Trip
From Paradise to Storm
Once a year my family and I traditionally go canoeing and camping either in late summer or early autumn (fall). This year began like any other only the weather conditions was especially good to start of with so all were looking forward to a fun and relaxing time before putting their shoulders down to the academic plough for another year. Indeed, the lake was so still and it was reflecting the sky so perfectly that it was sometimes hard to know which was the lake and which was the sky. The picture above shows what it was like yesterday evening as my son paddled through this Swedish paradise.
The Storm Suddenly Arises
What started as an idylic vaccation turned topsy-turvy during the night. By dawn there was a blustering wind and the sky was dark and menacing. The bad weather worsened far faster than we could have imagined. The first party was ferried ashore leaving only my eldest daughter on the island with some of the equipment to be collected on the last round. By the time my son got there the current and wind were so strong that he was unable to move forwards at all. When his strength gave out he simply stopped paddling, the wind and the current seized control and the canoe was dragged several miles down the lake and toward the rocky shore. He braced for a crash and possible capsize but managed to steer the boat ashore and into a semi-sheltered cove.
The Second Canoeing Party
I have never been a great fan of cell phones (because of their negative health impact) and rarely use one myself but yesterday I was grateful for them as conditions worsened. My wife, one of my sons and I trekked through the forest and up and down the rocky terrain in search of my elder son buffetted by the strong wind. He eventually met us, barefoot (as he had not anticipated being forced ashore) and worn out, and not before my youngest son had had to contend with a large black snake blocking his way on the tiny footpath. My wife went to join him to double the 'horsepower', as it were, and set off back with him for the long walk back to the canoe. This was late afternoon.
As my younger son stood waiting for them to reappear in the boat on the lake, it soon became apparent that the weather was getting worse, not better, and that they'd never get out of that cove and out onto the lake at all. I 'phoned my daughter and braced her for the possibility of having to spend another night on the island alone, without food, until the weather cleared. She was none too happy with the idea even though she still had her tent and sleeping bag. There was no food on the island and the bad weather might have kept her trapped there for days. I was subsequently told by the local experts that nobody went canoeing in the weather we experiencing because it was far too dangerous.
Rescue Story from a Norwegian Forest
I prayed what to do and the Ruach (Spirit) told me instantly, "Go home!" and to organise a rescue party immediately, and to not wait and hope for improved weather conditions. This was not the first time Yahweh had spoken to me. Many years ago, when my eldest two were still small, they had gone wandering off into a huge Norwegian forest. Without a compass and with the dense canopy overhead making it impossible to navigate, it's very easy to get lost. I pancicked. I knew they could be lost for days and that they faced the possibility, however remote, of wolves and bears. A helicopter would not have been able to spot them and this was the time before we had mobile phones in any great number. We sent search parties in shouting and blowing whistles and after a while realised the search was futile. Dusk was approaching. So I stopped and prayed and the Ruach (Spirit) said to me, "Go home!" "That's insane," I thought to myself, but knew better than to argue with Elohim (God). Just as I was walking up our driveway, a car with my two children arrived! My eldest daughter (the one now alone on the island) had felt led to take her younger brother in a particular direction and at length they came to a clearing and to some houses. Any other direction and they would have been lost, perhaps for good.
Rescued From the Island
So my younger son and I drove home, leaving daughter on the island and my elder son with his mother in a cove to cope with the weather. I wasn't sure anyone would be able to be found willing to tackle those choppy waters but a man was eventually found who agreed to rescue my daughter from further up the lake with his motor boat, bless his soul. With so many islands on the lake I was only able to give him the barest idea of where my daughter was. Terrified by the rough waters as the boat was tossed by the waves, my daughter eventually made it to harbour safely and we picked her up later.
All Gathered Safely In
Meantime my wife and elder sun waited patiently for instructions, encountering a helpful German tourist who had also been blown ashore and marooned and had been sent, unbeknown by me, by a local to see if they were alright. They had not eaten for about 8 hours but were provided with an abundance of extra-large blueberries which sustained them for the long walk to our rendez-vous. By the time we finally got home by supper-time the winds were stronger than ever. We were all thoroughly exhausted with all our kit minus canoe which had to be abandoned until the weather changed. Apart from some sore feet and wind-beaten bodies, we were all safe, and grateful to Yahweh.
A Parable of World Conditions
I got to thinking about our family outing, both while I was struggling over the terrain and after we got home, and made the connection between our experience and the calm that is now and the storm that is about to be unleased in the world. For me this holiday was a prophgetic parable of sorts. Interestingly enough my elder son had a kind of premonition the evening before that this might be his last camping trip. Indeed, I myself had felt inspired to say we should choose a closer island this year even though it would have been smaller and less comfortable. In the end a more distant island was selected, as it was more to the family's liking, which we would come to regret, and which might have had fateful consequences apart from the grace of Elohim (God). People get bitten by snakes and drown in storms.
If there is a prophetic message in what it has happened it is this: the calm right now is hugely deceptive so do not venture far from home or wherever you plan to hide out during the crisis-to-come. Stay in range. Opt to be a little less comfortable and a little inconvenienced, than to carry on as normal and go about as though all is well with the world. This is the Yovel (Jubilee) Year of Judgment for the world as we know it is coming to an end and we need now to get our safety-belts on and get ready for what I have been warning you about now for so long. The days of relative peace are soon over. Trust Yahweh, obey Him, do what you were supposed to do and do it NOW!