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2020 VISION: Short, Sweet #9

Blessed are the people who know the joyful sound!
They walk, O Lord, in the light of Your countenance.

In Your name they rejoice all day long,
And in Your righteousness they are exalted.
For You are the glory of their strength,
And in Your favor our horn is exalted.

For our shield belongs to the Lord,
And our king to the Holy One of Israel” (Ps. 89:15-18).

The sun has set in NC, so the Feast of Trumpets and High Holy Days have begun. When Jesus was a boy, He would walk for 6 days to get to Jerusalem – that is how important it was for family and friends to make the journey.  10 days of worshiping the Father and listening for His voice. 

“But the LORD God called out to the man,“Where are you?” Gen 3:9

Jewish sages say that in the days leading up to the High Holy Days, Abba comes down to earth and wanders among His people as He did during the days of the Garden for this is the day of Creation.  5781 years ago – the Day He drew a deep breath and spoke, “Light Be!”  So He comes.  Calling to His children to return to Him.  Wanting them to seek His face.  Missing His friends and wishing they could walk together as they once did long ago.

“Where there is no vision, the people cast off restraint; but blessed is he who keeps the Law.” Prov 29:18

Yeshua Ha-Mashiach brought us a vision 2000 years ago. He walked among us with power, signs and wonders or we would call them – miracles. A reminder that Abba’s desire is always to walk with us.  A reminder that as we look within, seek deep introspection, and find our knees in repentance that Jesus stands beside us, His hand resting on our head, and the Father doesn’t have to ask any longer, “Where are you?”

Blow the shofar. 

Light the candles. 

Eat the Bread. 

Drink the wine. 

Sing praises of Awe to Him who continues to seek us even in the dark of the night because He misses us and loves us beyond comprehension. 

Shofar

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2020 VISION: Short, Sweet #13

“Son of man, I have made thee a watchman unto the house of Israel:
therefore hear the word at my mouth,
and give them warning from me.” Ez 3:17-19
     I got it wrong last night. Thought I was writing just a short, out-of-the-box, rapid-fire, flash-in-the-pan, temporary-thought-to-paper type of writing.
     What I didn’t realize it was to be a series of short, sweet thoughts leading up to the Prayer Marches that will be occurring in Washington DC on September 26. He corrected me this morning as I started my devotions.
So then the debate of what topics He wanted covered.
     I could list all the things in our world that we need to pray about? He whispered, “They know.”
     The symbolism of 19? The Vine and the Branch? “You already wrote about those,” He yawned. (I can’t believe He yawned.)
     But I didn’t mention that the Church is mentioned 19 times in Revelations and then it disappears for the rest of the Revelations, I retorted. “That’s okay, I think you just did. Think deeper, watchful.” He nudged my thoughts forward and I sunk a little deeper in my chair, flipping through my Bible and sighing.
     I think He sighed then and blew the picture of the watchman standing on the wall, blowing the shofar: “Feast of Trumpets” – “Rosh Hashanah” – “1st of Tishrei” “10 days of Mourning”. Father does that to me often. He blows pictures in my mind, and I turn them into words…as short and sweet as I can.
     So today, there is the 2020 prayer topic for the day.
To be watchful.
To stand as the watchman in the tower.
     There were always two towers in the wall at a gate. A tall place where one could look out over the countryside. To observe all that were coming and all that had entered. If 2020 has taught us anything – it is – that things are changing and we need to be watchful.
     Pray that eyes are open, and that you see the visible…and more importantly…the invisible.
“Watch ye therefore, and pray always,
that ye may be accounted worthy to escape all these things
that shall come to pass,
and to stand before the Son of man.”Lk 21:36
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