“The way that I know someone is a true teacher sent by God is not by how articulate they are, or even how deep their messages are, but it is when I hear my Teacher speaking through them.”Rick Joyner, author, theologian
“Little Red Riding Hood” was one of the first stories that I remember learning. Not sure it was from a storybook, a cartoon, or the parents, but it is one of the first stories that I remember “pondering” (although I didn’t have a clue that was what I was doing – it was just a story that I kept thinking about). I kept wondering how Little Miss Red couldn’t see the wolf under that pajama cap. I was pretty sure I would would be able to tell the difference between my grandma and that ol’ wolf.
In fact, I was pretty sure that there is no way a wolf would be able to get past my Grandma Mac. After all, she had pretty much raised 8 children all on her own, tended a garden, killed chickens, cooked the best homemade noodles this side of heaven, found time to work at the Flxi bus company, and everyday had cookies waiting for the grandchildren who found their way to her house 1st before they went home after school.
There were no wolves in the Edge of Paradise.
Wolves seem to be everywhere these days; unlike the wolf in “Little Red Riding Hood”, they don’t even try to disguise themselves much. Their teeth are sharp. Their growls are low and gravelly. Their eyes have a sharp glint that I don’t like. Their fruit is the remnants of bones and skin that litter their caves.
In our culture…in the global world-view we each have of this world…I think most of us can name many different wolves that stalk us. Rabbi Yeshua saw the wolves as well. The ones that seemed to concern Him the most, were the ones that were the leaders of the Fig Tree people, His Father’s chosen people. It is perhaps why He described them as “…prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing…”
Our Father uses even the ugliest things to weave the wonders of His tapestry. In the ugliness of a plague, censorship, and one-sided debates, His strong sheep have found ways to use technology to spread His WORD around the world. Today, I was able to watch and attend various gatherings via zoom at a conference in California. I don’t like zoom much, but in these latter days, it is a blessing. I am still listening, learning, worshiping and growing in my faith despite the wolf who tries to stalk around my area. Tonight, I have been able to watch via apps several 20 year memorials dedicated to 9/11.
The wolves broke through the hedges of our country 20 years ago. Perhaps, the hardest thing for us to realize is that we allowed the holes to develop in those hedges. The prayer clippers maintained by the caretakers that had always trimmed the hedge and cut away the dead rot in the individual limbs had lost their sharpness. The iron that sharpened iron had not been applied in many years. The clippers…idle, rusty and unsharpened…were useless in the hands of those caretakers of the hedge who had neglected their duties.
Unfortunately, in the past 20 years since 2001, more caretakers of the hedge have walked away from the hedge or misplaced the clippers they were handed in 1630 when John Winthrop wrote about his prophecy for this new land which he called “A city upon the hill”. Worse – some of the caretakers have tried to redesign the clippers with man’s wisdom and technology.
The blessing is that Our Father always seems to raise up a remnant of hedge caretakers – ones who recognize the wolves...ones who see the necessity of a strong, well-cared for clippers to trim His hedge of prayer that surrounds His branch of the Fig Tree. These new caretakers are gathering what clippers they can find. They are using iron to sharpen iron. They are using salt to clean away the rust. And they are trusting the covenants that Our Father has always honored because of His everlasting love and grace. He has shown them and the remnant how to recognize the “wolves in sheep clothing” and giving them new starts to add to the hedge where parts were destroyed.
In prayer and so thankful for the caretakers who keep the wolves from our hedge…who rushed into danger on September 11, 2001…who rush into danger in foreign lands for the rest of us…who rush into burning buildings or in the middle of dangerous confrontations…for those who fall on their knees in repentance, fasting and prayer to help weave Our Father’s hedge and tapestry into the perfect design that only He can see.
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