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Posted 13th September 2008 at 06:41 PM by Moriah_Conquering_Wind
Updated 13th September 2008 at 06:52 PM by Moriah_Conquering_Wind
Updated 13th September 2008 at 06:52 PM by Moriah_Conquering_Wind
Friend Shachah writes this in her blog, what bes addressed to daimonizomai and it copies here to keeping.
Posted 13th September 2008 at 09:55 AM by Shachah
Updated 13th September 2008 at 11:35 AM by Shachah
...... I WANT TO SAY that, though there may be no immediately obvious reward in the "going through" of these difficult times for both of you, there IS one thing to be thankful for. Jesus has 'gone through' unfathomable and completely undeserved atrocities against his person, both inner and outer. HE has gone through worse than any of us.
I bet you may find this next bit to be a far fetched thought, but it has been true in my walk... and in the walk of others I've known:
God only entrusts the world's deepest sufferings to His most valued and trusted servants. He KNOWS the fullness of understanding wrought in great pain and suffering, beyond any understanding any of the three of us possess, currently. With such understanding comes great compassion, heightened mercy, incredible insight and priceless opportunity to KNOW THE DEPTHS OF THE KING HIMSELF. Few would knowingly impose the suffering on themselves, well maybe Paul and St. Augustine and rare others. When HE allows our own choices, or those of others, to position us in suffering that we can NOT escape from, HE hasn't left us. This INTIMATE common ground with the Lord creates a bridge of awareness, found no other way, as we plumb the depths of our humanity to come up empty-handed and are pushed to turn instead to the supernatural Spirit of God for resource. We "Tap the Vine" of Christ's passion and learn the Truth in the "Wine of the Spirit," found to intoxicate our sufferings harshest sting with a peace and comfort that can wring even JOY from THE VINE into our being and produce endurance and strength that is of another kind.
These experiences are not offered to the selfish and less fruitful of His children, for they WOULD be squandered on them OR they require greater pruning before they would be sustained in harsh weather. If we do not bear fruit, he prunes us to create fruitfulness. If we do bear fruit, He prunes us for greater fruitfulness. So you're pruned if you do, and your pruned if you don't ! There comes no final arrival at the end of pruning, there comes only an increased ability to steward the sap and it's healing in our lives and those around us.
These understandings and intimacies wrought in great suffering are a responsibilty and a gift to be carried to the Body as compassion, mercy and comfort in days ahead of you, for another, whose life may depend on you ( believe it or not). These understandings are the foundation of the supernaturally BORN clergy of this earth. Your growing ability to shoulder sufferings in these present days WILL minister to another one day and you will know why He allowed your pressing to become so acute. You WILL be amazed what He now renders in you, when that day arrives.
One mistake we all make in prayer, commonly. We pray for deliverance and stop there. We believe that a swift end to the suffering is the goal of all prayers. I pray you BOTH something entirely different:
I pray you BOTH the Drip of the Vine, the sap, the Wine of the Spirit, to sustain you in this present darkness. To fill you, each one, with the Light of His Intimate presence (which is already there with you) and your RECEPTIVITY TO ACCEPT each offering, each drop, with growing awareness of the avenues by which He shares His very Life sustaining Blood with you.... His soothing still steady voice with you... his gentle kind embrace with you... His confident eyes upon you and with you... his delightful small whispers on the wind .. the dance of His children ministering to your needs .. His Army of Heaven with you, ~Psalm91:11~ as He BREATHES new life into your spirits, as they yield to His.
These Treasures of Darkness, they are a gift of invaluable great application to the Body of those lower on the Vine, who will one day need your encouragement to learn to drink of Him. Please, endure in the 'going through' to the finish line. Grab His hand that reaches out to you.... He died to be able to bridge the gap for YOU on this very hour.
He is trying to entrust you to greater calling in His Body, with greater gifting and more power and purpose and understanding, winebearers for the King. Let Him SUSTAIN you. EXPECT His responses to this prayer and seek them in the darkness. They will be very personal and understandable to you. He doesn't want to be vague, He wants to meet you on new depths. Trust what He offers, you WILL recognize it as His alone. His signature is peace. Be delighted in the discovery of His very REALITY and influence. He is offering you both the growth to usher and bear this influence to the lives of those around you. Is that not one of the inverse reasonings overlooked by the many? How few accept the press and seek Him, tapping The Vine with aware and accepting spirits, lapping up Him? The flow increases with acceptance and awareness. You are His child and He LONGS to pour His Favor into you.
Hebrews 4:16 The Message (MSG)
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The High Priest Who Cried Out in Pain
14-16 Now that we know what we have—Jesus, this great High Priest with ready access to God—let's not let it slip through our fingers. We don't have a priest who is out of touch with our reality. He's been through weakness and testing, experienced it all—all but the sin. So let's walk right up to him and get what he is so ready to give. Take the mercy, accept the help.
Hebrews 4:16 Amplified Bible (AMP)
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16 Let us then fearlessly and confidently and boldly draw near to the throne of grace (the throne of God's unmerited favor to us sinners), that we may receive mercy [for our failures] and find grace to help in good time for every need [appropriate help and well-timed help, coming just when we need it].
For his Glory and YOUR EDIFICATION.
Sha
Winebearer for the King
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| | Friend Sha, it would never cut you off from communicating with it unless there bes some cause known to us both openly. Some entries it closed to comments because it feared what it might read -- or perhaps its Inhabitants did not wish it to receive any response from humans. But you bes welcome here, always. ![]() http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akjHwk9ur2Q Reading what you wrote -- which being addressed to daimonizomai it hopes you do not object that it copies here -- it feels so keenly all loss it has suffered of this glorious living gnosis of divine light from within itself and so profoundly how impossible it bes to make up the lack from its own motheaten memories of brief moments therein. Its soul draws near the gates of death where denizens of darkness do not mourn but frolick, and carry it with them. Do not think unkindly upon it when you see it laid upon Their black altar. It has lost all cognizance of anything but what They gives it to know, to do, to think and to feel. |
Posted 13th September 2008 at 06:47 PM by Moriah_Conquering_Wind |
| | Hello, Moriah. Thank you for the warm note. I have been concerned and praying for you. I'm sorry for the cooling embers of your walk's path, of late. Your apologies for your presence on Their black altar reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years back, to Jesus. He had used me SOOOO powerfully one day with my son and a friend of his, at a lunch, in a diner. I could practically jetison myself right back there to remember the humming resonance of the Light that coursed through me and my son, together that day, in ministry to his friend. Afterward, I needed 'something.' Some recap or feedback or mulling over to recalibrate me back into the 'world at large.' Those times of greatest fruitfulness are taxing to me physically and mentally.... I have a habit of debriefing, defragging and downloading with the Lord. But, this occasion, I didn't quite know WHAT to do. It happened in a team thing. At the very least, I needed to touch base with my son, Teknon (who happened to be the 'ministry partner du jour'). He wasn't there for me, at all. I felt ripped off. No reflection and adoration for the love that had poured through us, Of God, that day. A seeming lack of notice or praise or acknowledgement of the great power that had coursed through during that diner trip, left me incredulous ! How could I have so much joy to express, so much adoration for the King... alone.... after that corporate experience? Had I, actually, recognized the power alone ? Where were those who should have also wanted to thank the Father in Heaven for such a day !? Were they oblivious to what happened ...really? I had grown used to Teknon picking up on the power and Light pouring through. But, that was BEFORE. It surely had been awhile, hadn't it? Did any body EVER last beside me? And I wrote this poem, because I HAD to get it out, SOMEHOW ! It was the altar in your apology that sparked the reference... : The Wind~~~~~~~> (to Him: ) I KNOW love; The motion of You; You in me. Shape this forsaken hour, MOVE me. Burning shields from inmate hearts; Refine Our love in mine. Intimates share breath with You. ~~~~~~~ > (whispering to myself: ) I almost always shield me; Flames unfed, No other to flesh them out. Ablaze, armored, separated; I incinerate ME! Heat unspent destroys me, bows me low. Ashes and dust…. Fallen below the vapid loves around me; hollowed as they shrink away; In need of ME! Suppressed. Repressed. Oppressed in my own love; Our love. Walled out, shooed off, and stifled, A solitary ember. ~~~~~~~~~~ > (to Him: ) Enkindle. ~~~~~~~~~~ > (whispering to myself: ) Branded shell, cold dagger, spilled it's prey; bled out across a floor on any who walked by, Barely aware that their feet were red; No life from their parade. Dulled by all You've offered me as fellows; Dulled by me alone. ~~~~~~~~ > (to Him: ) Collapsing at this gateway, Drag me up; lift me crawling toward love’s altar. Pallid beneath false armor; Ashen, charred, I yield; An unfit offering for You. End it, torch the pyre! White flames devour, Daggered shield extinguished clamors to the ground; Earth bows reverent. Silent smoke sails skyward; …Flag of honor. White flames burn clean. As by bellows, a wind kicks up, Breath quickens. I linger…; drawing deeper, fanning all hope of You; Every moment, a gift bearing spark. My senses flare wide. An oasis fractures time, Like a tide swell from a glass sea; You crack the sky. Wingbeats of angels thunder softly nearby, their breeze rushing over my skin; My heart sprawls out on Your dunes in the sun, Drumming rhythm. My chest heaves free with Yours; I drink Your scent, I know Your name. Slumber steals my tempered heart; Sated with You, pounding tribute; wanting nothing. Serenity rests beside You, heeding Your call. Thank You for us; for receiving me, for giving You, For wanting to. Your breath alone quickens mine, kindred Wind; .. My match, without end. Stay my shield; By Your door……… To rust. <~~~~~~~~> I LOVE this One who wields this LOVE in POWER unshackled. He HAS the light we need in our most spent moments. He has the very breath of heaven to fan the embers. He rekindles. Alongside you in prayer, believing in the Spirit that bought you with His Life. He rekindles. Love in the LORD of Light, Sha |
Posted 14th September 2008 at 12:35 AM by Yasha |
| | oh yeah, by th by... Sarah McGlaughlin(sp?)looks really well. I need to catch up with her. That's new to me. I haven't heard that song. I LOVE IT ! Thank you, Moriah. ![]() |
Posted 14th September 2008 at 12:39 AM by Yasha |
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