Saturday, December 28, 2013
Ode To The Mighty Angel
"And I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire:"
I see him hang his head and shake it gently with every fumble I make. But I’m still here said I, to the angel of patience and lovingkindness.
He sends an answer to a prayer in the feathers of his wings, the bell that rings are our tears that fall and hit the ground. His shoulders hold the world’s sorrow and I’m still here said I, to the angel whose anguish I feel in my heart.
The spirit of he has seen through many eyes, but only once as the begotten Son of the Father who suffers us for his sake. Forever I love you and I’m still here said I, to the angel who’s spirit I await to cleanse the sanctuary.
A blessing it is to feel his presence, and greater still that God is on His side. His power given twice when his hand is set a second time; An angel, the son of man whom the Father will give the morning star. You know I’m still here said I, to the angel who’s suffering is known by no man, save he who tabernacled his Spirit.
The one who was chosen, the Ark, the vessel for a comforter was needed but see, he is gone. Forsaken we are but only for a moment, our faith will breach the space between then and the brightness of his coming – Oh yes, I am still here said I, to the angel who gathers the flock at the trumpet.
Our struggles and fears are nothing compared to the gift of life that this angel gave us. A sacrifice, three hours of darkness then glorified he became. I am still here said I, to the angel who in flesh overcame and conquered.
Go nation to nation and kingdom to kingdom, and tell them a love awaits. A life was given, and perfect blood spent yet time is still left for the sinner. Not too much longer the fruit on the vine, for the devil knows he has a short time and I am still here said I to the angel who’s worthy to open the seals.
He who was the beginning, written as the law, written IN the law; The Word that was with God, and WAS God he was the Word made Flesh. He is the Book of the Law, The Faithful Witness, the Healer, the Redeemer, the Book of Life; The light which is the life of men. Please hear me. I am still here said I, to the only angel who’s name we are given under heaven by which we are saved.
From the stretching of time, a transgression complete; A witness beheld in a man child’s estate. For living the pain of another in strife, a lesson is learned and a journey begun. Can you hold on? Will you be there? In his trials and tribulations, in his violence and his turbulence, I will be there. Can you endure until the end?
I call his name, I saw his face. He lifted me, I felt his grace. I am still here said I, to the angel who will wipe all tears from our eyes. The mighty angel who’s kingdom will be forever and ever, Amen
Monday, December 2, 2013
Six Miles to Go
"For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."
"The enemy that sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels.
41. The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend, and them which do iniquity;"
I hear your voice saying “I Do”
It was a quiet vision given me in my sleep. I was walking down a dirt road with a man I did not recognize. He was maybe ten years older than me. He had darker, short hair with grey in it. He was wearing a very white dress shirt but no tie. The collar was bigger than the styles you usually see today. The first two buttons from the collar were open and the buttons at the cuffs were open, giving the sleeves a rather robe type appearance.
His pants were dress pants in white linen specked with hints of black or grey in the threads. They looked very airy and comfortable. He was wearing loafers which were either dark brown or black and they looked worn. The dust of the road was on them.
As we walked the man was quiet. His hands were clasped behind his back and he walked as though we were on deep thought, leaning slightly in the direction of his forward walk. He moved briskly but evenly and without stress. He almost looked as if he were concentrating.
To either side of the road we walked was nothing. You could see forever. All the fields had been harvested, but it was still warm. I didn’t know what was there before, it was cut so close to the ground. Wheat? Maybe hay.
As we walked a sign came into vision. As we got closer I saw it was one of those green signs that tells you how close you are to the next town. I don’t recall the name of the town, but I do recall the “8 miles”. I turned to my companion.
“I just heard from Eddie”, he said to me quietly. “Only six miles to go . . .”
I looked at the sign and felt I needed to correct him, “you mean eight don’t you?”
He tilted his head to the side and looked me in the eye with an expression of amusement mixed with that of a teacher correcting a student. I replied “The sign says eight.”
The man said to me calmly “Eddie only has six miles to go” as he emphasized the word “six”. And he smiled, almost in anticipation of seeing him.
I looked back at the sign, then looked behind me. I looked back at my walking companion. What was he telling me? Six miles? Six MONTHS?
I looked down at the dirt we were walking on. It was powdery. No moisture. I turned back to my companion. My mind raced with questions: Does his family know? We need to tell people! Warn them!
My companion caught my thoughts. He smiled with almost a fatherly smile, “Eddie’s fine. I wouldn’t worry about him. It’s the others you have to worry about.” He cocked one eyebrow, “They don’t know.”
I looked at him and without speaking thought “that’s what I mean!” But I didn’t say that because I heard what came next without his even speaking it.
“They don’t know they’re already dead.”
Ten days after that dream, on the eleventh day of the sixth month, I had another dream where I saw the same angel, standing with another angel of short, silver hair.
They were standing, both with their arms behind their backs, in business casual stance. Facing them was Michael, who was also dressed in white but with a black trench coat, open to see the white shirt and pants beneath it. Michael’s hands were also behind his back, one hand clasping two fingers of the other. He was older than what people remember him, but he was flawlessly complected. His hair was straight and shoulder length. His expression was stern but humble.
The angel I saw in the previous dream spoke just two sentences, instructing Michael.
He said, “This is it. Tell your people they have ten days”.
As Michael nodded his head forward once in response, I awoke.
Michael, son of Joseph sang about being taken under with "seven inches" in. The angel above said that "Eddie" had "six miles". Six is the number of a man. There is ambiguity between the Hebrew "vav" which represents the number six, but looks like the english number seven.
Michael's seven inches and the angel's "six miles" could be one and the same and not necessarily a time reference, or it could be both.
The prophecies of Daniel that Jesus emphasized to his disciples in Matthew 24:14 and Mark 13:14 remind us of the warning an angel gave to Daniel regarding Michael in chapter 10 of that book.
The angel told Daniel that Michael, one of the chief princes came to help him during a fight with the prince of Persia in verse 13 of Daniel 10.
The angel asked Daniel if he understood that he came from that future time in which Daniel’s visions referenced in verse 20 and in verse 21, the angel tells Daniel “"But I will shew thee that which is noted in the scripture of truth: and there is none that holdeth with me in these things, but Michael your prince."
In Daniel 21:1 we are told that Michael, the great prince will stand up and a time of trouble like there never was since there was a nation. And at that time everyone will be delivered who is written in the book.
As it reads, Michael seems to fulfill two roles or at the very least, stands both during the last of the times of trouble, and the onset of the deliverance of God’s people. Revelation 12 verifies this as well as he who will be revealed in his time in 2 Thessalonians 2.
And the only one we have who physically and in front of the nations was polluted and who witnessed about those who were trying to get him to “lose the man I really am” who’s name is written in the books, is Michael, son of Joseph.