Daily Archives: September 12, 2020

VISION 2020: Nineteen

I wasn’t going to write tonight.
lord of lordSo many pictures to look at.
So many writing from their heart today.
So many friends on the West coast under fire fears.
So many prayers whispered.
19 years passed.
Shabbat Shalom.
Perhaps it is just me, but it seems as if this year 9/11 took on more introspection and preponderance than the 18 years between 2001 and 2020. I have my own memories of the day. My prayer covering for my children and husband who were all far away from me –extended family — what could I offer to the students walking into my classroom with tears and fears.
We all know the world changed on 9/11. Our blessing hedge was broken. For the first time in a long time, a successful attack by those outside of our country was carried out. While I didn’t have words for what I knew deep inside of me, I knew it was more than just what we were seeing on the TV screens and hearing our leaders explain.
It always is.
“And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.”-Lk 21:28
I remember looking up.
Wondering.
Listening.
Waiting.
It is perhaps the first time in a long time, I remembered what I had learned lying under a tree in my yard as a child. “I was born for such a time as this,” whispered in my ears again. As I turned to face my class, I had the words. I had the plan. I knew what I knew what I knew. Sometimes…there is no concrete reason or human wisdom for the things we have to do in this world. There is just that whisper that comes on the soft wind of His breath.
“Pride [goeth] before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.”Prov 16:18
While I had no relatives or no one that I knew personally impacted by this warning, my spirit recognized it for what it was. I was awake and watching. I watched our leaders stand – quote the Bible – say the important things, but I was watching for something else – – -hoping for something else.
The churches were full – for awhile.
The flags flew proudly – for awhile.
People gathered monies and things to send to those impacted – for awhile.
Church services attended by world leaders and pastors happened – for awhile.
Gatherings of people united happened – for awhile.
“With pride and arrogance of heart they will say: The bricks have fallen, but we will rebuild with finished stone; the sycamores have been felled, but we will replace them with cedars.” Is 9:10
I remember specifically driving home when the leaves were full of color and the sun shining in one of those unbelievably blue OH skies about a month or so later. I had been railing – a little – at My Father because I didn’t know what I was looking for through all of this, and it was frustrating. As a teacher, I have this thing of being in control, and even though I knew that I would know when I saw it, I wondered if I really knew what I knew that I knew.
My 8th grade students had turned out a fantastic newspaper and had decided to donate the money raised to NYC schools affected by 9/11. It was the first time we had printed a full paper in color. Planes that had been silenced for a short time were back in the skies. People began moving more freely and making plans again. Routine was re-asserting itself. Leaders speeches were changing.
“When I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or command locusts to devour the land or send a plague among my people, if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray 2 Chronicles 7-14rand seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”          2 Chron 7:14
When I got home, a wall plaque had fallen from the wall. Its words whispered His answer to my car-ride prayer. I had been looking for the humbling of our land — our leaders — our people. It hadn’t come, but I have continued to watch.
19 years.
19 terrorists on a planes.
COVID 19
Our Father is waiting and watching. He has me watching and waiting. My research has given me some words in the last 19 years. These are the harbinger years. Years of warning. Years of reminders.
Warning were given to Israel in much the same way when the people forgot where their blessings came from in this world. Their hedge of blessings was broken just as ours has been. 19 years came and the harbingers came with more intensity.
I am still praying. Our Father and His Son and His Spirit are praying as well. There is a always a chance. A day of national prayer, fasting and gathering in Washington D.C. has been called for by a Jewish Messianic Rabbi and a Christian Leader for September 26, 2020, Haazinu Shabbat Shuva, a high holy day during Rosh Hashanah.
Our Father winks only so many times. As I was reminded earlier this evening, 19 in the Bible is the number of divine order and God’s judgement. He reminds and calls in the midst of the storms because He loves beyond our sins. Yeshua/Jesus foretold that the birth pangs would worsen. It is the time. It is estimated that there are 200+ fires across our country right now. I’m praying that a holy fire replaces the physical and a revival reclaims our land.
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