The Prophet

  “who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame…”. –Hebrews 12:2

   “And in that day I will answer, declares the LORD, I will answer the heavens, and they shall answer the earth, and the earth shall answer the grain, the wine, and the oil, and they shall answer Jezreel, and I will sow her for myself in the land. And I will have mercy on No Mercy, and I will say to Not My People, ‘You are my people’; and he shall say, ‘You are my God.'”. -Hosea 2:21-22

The Prophet

  I have the most hated gift in the body of Christ. I did not ask for it, but neither did I refuse it.  The gift of prophecy allows one to see the present through the immutable truth of the Scripture and the Spirit of Wisdom, and know what season we are in, and what’s the next steps are. I have fallen so deeply in love with both Scripture and Wisdom that the world looks like a pile of dust to me, while the age soon to come, wherein God in his people will be the true treasury of the world, consumes me.

  I can see, with Habakkuk, that plague goes before Him. I can see, with Zechariah, that God has taken away the staffs of union and favor in our time. I can see, with David, that God has strung his bow and readied his flaming arrows. I can see multitudes drowned in the coming (symbolic) rising tide predicted by Psalm 32. I can see that God’s first and most hated target are church doors who, like the Man of Deuteronomy 29, invoke God’s blessing while trampling on the righteousness revealed in the Law and the blood of Christ. I can see how they have blaspheme the Spirit, Whose primary purpose, being the finger of God Who wrote the Law on tablets of stone and human hearts,  is not consoling but counsel in the justice of God. I can see that the faithful city has once again become a prostitute.

  I can see what few want to see, and what many would prefer I not see.  When I welcome the gouging out of eyes and cutting off of hands, when I embrace the prayer of Psalm 139 (“oh that you would slay the wicked”), when I sing Ezekiel’s song against the “shepherds” who tickle people’s ears for worldly gain while trampling on the sheep–when I yearn for these things, I am ostracized.

 Yes, I really am ostracized. I have been living between a dumpy RV and a 200 ft² building for 6 years, trying to clear land, raise vegetables and livestock, and build a house because I see and despise the futility of this Babylonian civilization. I’ve been through a cabin fire, endured the malicious calling in of CPS four days after that fire, been betrayed by an elder at church who colluded with a superintendent to rob my children of their education and peace, been trampled by two “shepherds” who delighted in that thief (PS 50), been abandoned by a “wife” whose god is her stomach and who has gladly sacrificed me as a burnt offering for 24 years in order to serve her stomach. I have seen God put three people to death, and bring others into crippling disease in the wake of the betrayal which crushed my children. I have seen God flood the church building of one of those “shepherds,” boldly underlining Amos’ words, “let Justice flow like a mighty River, righteousness like floodwaters.” I’ve learned to glory in God’s judgments because they inscribe His justice on human hearts with a knife of unforgettable pain. I’m willing to endure these things because, like Micah, I yearn to be free of my sin and yearn for the end of this vicious civilization–“more than watchmen watch for the morning.”   My everyday prayer is a combination of Psalm 143 and “please cast this mountain into the sea.”

  There is a deeper reason I yearn for all these things. I can see what lies beyond them. I can see also that they are good, because I can see that the disintegration of sin, NOT hell, is the worst condition of mankind. I can see that hell is very good, beautiful, and that it is a grace. For I know all that a self existent God does is, by definition, gratuitous. I can see the beauty in the conversation of the rich man in hell with Abraham in paradise, and that God preserves the wicked by hell’s flames, and does not denigrate them.  I can see that hell is the best thing that will ever happen to those whose hearts deeply embrace their own self-destruction through sin.

  Beauty, of course, cannot be contained by hell, and I can see the coming age, when beauty flourishes on the earth.  I see this through the eyes of David, Isaiah, Ezekiel, Zechariah, Amos, and the other prophets.

I see, with Hosea, that justice is a perfect responsiveness which makes biological symbiosis look like chaos. I can see that judgment, the lifting up of the afflicted and the crushing of the oppressor, is the only way to an earth where the wolf lies down with the lamb, and swords are beaten into a plowshares, and fields are like forests, and mountains drip with wine and honey…

 I can see a small child leading a parade of animals. I can see men, women, horses and cattle working the fields in jubilant song and dancing step. I can hear that the roar of the engine gives way to the beauty of bells on horses. I can feel the soft, wet nose of the horse on the nape of my neck.  I can feel my hair part as it lets go a contented gust of air from its nostrils..  I can feel the return of life and living things, in the wake of death and all these inanimate objects forged in the fires of industry.  Everyday there will be tenderness of touch and softness of kiss, and people will once again know what goats have never forgotten:  how to affectionately nuzzle and contentedly be in one another’s presence.  And my heart yearns desperately for these things…

   The walls of this Jericho must come down, and many proud and avaricious men and women, even infants per Psalm 137, will be removed from the Earth in terror. For darkness is not light, and the meek, not the proud, are the inheritors of the coming earthly kingdom.  The lofty city will be trampled under the feet of the poor, and churches and government buildings will be plowed into fertile fields. Cain’s City of Man–the city of babeling confusion–and it’s imposing structures and moralistic responsibility, will give way to field, forest, and responsiveness. The pride of man will be laid low, and God alone will be exalted–the God of steadfast love who created the world for the beauty of responsiveness and will consume everything that stands in the way of that beauty.

 For the joy set before Him, Christ endured and scorned the suffering of the cross. For the joy that is set before the saints, let us lift up our heads, scorning the shame and suffering which is to come, knowing that our redemption draws very near. The day of the Lord’s favor toward his people is at hand, a day which shall be, by Moses prophecy, a thousand years.

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