Dear members of His Body,
Dear Bride to be,
Dear Church,
It is with great urgency that I write these words to us,
the image of our Beloved,
Jesus Christ,
the Lamb of God and Head of His Bride,
Us,
His Church.
It is God who is looking for us: “Adam, where are you?” ,
walking in the cool of the day,
His quiet time,
His Sabbath
disrupted in the motion of Love.
A whispering lie in the wind without.
A peak.
A turn.
A little step outside.
Behold, a new reality.
A lie that steals us away from His secret place,
a corruptible tent that interrupts our communion with Him.
The echo of His Voice still in our ears
and the realisation what covering His Presence has always been.
Bride to be, are we trying to cover up our vulnerability exposed?
In exile.
Our wilderness, the valley of the soul.
The search for identity.
Who am I?
Where do I belong?
Why am I here?
The response to the call.
The moment.
Barren soil now Holy Ground.
“I AM THAT I AM AND WILL BE WHAT I WILL BE, YHWH, THE GOD OF HIS PEOPLE.“
Ecclesia, are we standing on Holy Ground?
Understanding.
A temple we are to be.
A dwelling place for our God.
According to the pattern in Heaven.
Without spot and wrinkle.
Continually,
upon the altar of our Heart,
His Most Holy Place,
a burnt sacrifice,
an offering made by fire,
of a sweet savour unto the LORD.
Beloved, has the fire on our altar gone out?
Preparation.
He is counting His soldiers in His land.
Distinction.
Who is where.
Who does what.
The Army of the LORD, God Most High.
Only the Levites,
exempt and set apart,
His intercessors and priests,
appointed to camp
around the Courts of His House.
To keep charge of it
and over all its vessels.
The tabernacle of His Testimony.
A city encamped with a people purified.
And the Glory of God in the midst of her.
Lily of the Valley, are our members awake and ordained in their place?
The Promised Land.
A new heritage.
Right in front.
11 days have become severe years,
a generation's lifespan here on earth.
Transition.
Circumcision.
The people of the Most High God.
A flock,
A staff,
A Shepherd Man,
Grace to live through Him alone and become His Dwelling Place.
Holy Priests, has our mind yet grasped our translation from darkness into His marvellous Light?
The promised land.
Old things have passed away,
behold,
All things have become new.
In the promise we godly rule.
In the promise He remains the guide.
In the Promise God and man have become one.
In the Promise are all things - of Him, through Him and to Him.
O ye of little faith, know ye not that new wine cannot be poured into wineskins of old? Do we try to experience the new in the old and lose it all thereby?
It is time to awake.
The Kingdom of God is here.
The Lord is coming back.
Where are the watchmen?
Where are the wailing women at the wall?
Where are the priests in intercession between the altar and the porch, sounding an alarm with their horn?
Where are the singers with their instruments of praise?
Where is the army of the LORD?
Where are the consecrated elders?
Where are the separated ones who said "Here I am, Lord, send me!" ?
Where are the leaders of Heaven's flock, in meekness, in faith, in submission to His call and in respect to the order of His Church?
Where are the people unified?
Where is His Bride?
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Song of Solomon 2:13b
He who has an ear to hear
Let Him hear
What the Spirit is speaking to the Church!
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