There is more. I reference my last post briefly.
As I stood at the Western Wall surrounded by thousands of Jews celebrating Shabbat, there was no joy. My cheek and my hands felt the stone. It was strangely touchable. Millions of others had rubbed the surface smooth over the centuries. Had God also been softened, by the uncountable prayers that had preceded mine?
The Wall is speckled with little pieces of white paper. Prayers, maybe just a name, are left at the Wall, pressed into the small cracks and fissures in the stone. I found out later from a Lt. Colonel in the Israeli Army Reserves that the prayer scraps are gathered from the Wall on a regular basis and are carried to the Mount of Olives where they are buried. The Jews believe the Messiah will return to the Mount and those buried there will be the first to rise from the dead, thus the special treatment of maybe millions of prayers.
My reason for being there was first and foremost a journey toward inspired purpose and the comfort it brings. I had lost my wife a few months earlier and my spiritual GPS was telling me “Take this exit your destination is on the right.” Of course missing the love of your life never leaves you nor do you want it too really. Going anywhere does not assuage such an absence. At least in your tears you still “feel” that love.
As I pressed my face to the Wall, as I reached up the Wall toward His everlasting arms, I lifted my broken heart to the Comforter. I sobbed words of thanksgiving. This will never change but this night I must somehow mark the moment, I must leave something in this Holy Place.
I reached into my pocket and found a Kleenex tissue. Inspired, I tore away a small corner and wiped the tears from my cheeks and eyes. This is my message to God, a perfect message not defiled by words or ink. With peace I pressed the message into a crevice right in front of me. So be it Father God. An offering of thanksgiving for all You have given me; especially for Janis.
It has been three weeks now since that first night in Jerusalem. Two of those weeks were spent in Israel. Now I am home. I am searching my heart and experiences for the directions I sought from God. Where is the inspiration? Where is the direction that brings comfort?
Perry Stone is on cable this morning. He is at Megiddo, in Israel. I say to myself, I was there!
I catch the last 5 minutes of his broadcast. He boldly says, all these wars and the strife we see today are about religion not oil or gold or power. Which God will you serve? For a minute I think he has read my book, “Exit Strategy, we initiate the return of Christ.”
He closes with a focus on eternity and a faith that must bring us through the coming times. Then it hit me.
At the Wall, there were no words for what was in my heart, flooding my eyes with tears. I was looking to His enduring love for comfort. My tears were a holy response untainted with disappointed or angry emotions. “I love You Lord and I lift my…tears” No wonder the Word says He will gather them for safe keeping.
In the coming days, horrendous things are going to happen and are happening now. We will likely find ourselves speechless before God. This is good. A full spectrum of emotions will flood our souls. Will we redirect them safely away or will they dominate our hearts. The danger of tainting ourselves, pushing the Holy Spirit away after our being once purged of anger and hatred is eternally perilous! “The love of many will grow cold but He who (whose love) endures to the end shall be saved; this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached…”
We must come to the conclusion that tears can be our message to God. Our love toward mankind must endure as Christ’s love endured toward us. With supernatural determination our mouth must be closed to bitterness, anger, hatred, resentment and judging.
Out of the abundance of the heart our mouth speaks. Not only can these things not be in our heart but we must be so rooted and grounded in Christ and His love that, being prepared by practice for all things, we compassionately intercede for all who offend us. Many times, as we obediently restrain ourselves, tears will carry our message to God. May His “message received” conformation bring the relief we need and then prompt us to intercession from our hearts. This is, Christ in you, the hope of glory.
As many preachers and teachers like Perry Stone move closer and closer to the truth, you will hear of a sure and deadly peril that Christ came to prevent through His life and our education. Paul confirms this in Romans 5:10. Look it up. John speaks to this also in John 3:36. Christ’s death is our beginning, reconciling us to God. Then we must live “in Him” with Jesus as Lord.
Enduring love is “this gospel” that shall be preached. (Matthew 24) It is about our enduring the end with eternal Christ-like character. It is not about us or others “getting saved.”
Much of what enduring love entails will be torturous and grieving, just as it was for Christ. This may be why this message is not yet being preached. The time has come.
Souls once reconciled may be lost. Souls not walking in the fullness of Christ and His teachings, His love, will be lost as their love grows cold. God is offering us prevention where there will be no cure.
Our way to victory is revealed in Ephesians 3:14-21, in the fullness of God He offers us.
The coming times will demand our understanding. Preparing now is paramount.
You are loved, He waits,
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