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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #38

“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.

“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits.

Matthew 7:15-16 

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.

“Behold then the kindness and severity of God.”

Romans 11:22

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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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #34

Jesus loves the little children,

All the children of the world.

Red, brown, yellow, black and white,

They are precious in His sight.

Jesus loves the little children of the world.


One thing about teaching – when you work with children for 40+ years, life is a little strange when you don’t see children every day. Even though I worked with those “bridge” kids (you know – the kids with one foot in childhood and the other foot stretching as much as it can be stretched towards adulthood), there is something about how children look at the world that is different from adults. It is often exciting, full of curiosity, trust and love.

The old childhood hymn declared: “They are precious in His sight”.

Precious is one of those words that has been so overused that our culture has lost sight – or perhaps I should say – lost respect for the rarity of its existence in this world. 

  • Precious metal
  • Precious stones
  • Isn’t that precious?
  • There’s precious few left.
  • What a precious little angel.
  • A cartoon character

But Yeshua knew children were precious. Precious enough to earn their own punishment if they cause a child to stumble in their life……in their faith.

…Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.  Therefore, whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me. If anyone causes one of these little ones–those who believe in me–to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.” 

Matthew 18:3-6

Often children still have their spiritual lens tightly intact.  They see things that adults often miss.  Their lenses are generally wide open with trust, excitement, curiosity, and love. So, when they followed their parents or relatives to listen to this new rabbi, they saw quickly how precious Rabbi Yeshua was in “times such as these.” Of course, their parents might have wanted this Rabbi to touch them with His blessing as well.

In any case, if you’ve ever been in the midst of a group of children who really want to see something that they or their parents have deemed special, they tend to crowd closer and closer – bringing their laughter, joy and squabbles with them. Trying to see, question, touch, absorb as much as they can as quick as they can.

Such a distraction and definitely not precious

Well at least, that is what I imagine the disciples might have been thinking when they saw them through their adult, worldly-wise lens. Perhaps they tried to push them back, or maybe they asked the parents to take them to the back of the crowd – although – I’m sure that wasn’t the case if there was a child in need of healing. They wanted to see the miracles as much as anyone.

Yet – Rabbi Yeshua saw in the excitement and noise and active bumping and pushing and crowding – the preciousness of His Father’s love expanding into the world.

Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God. Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.” And He took them up in His arms, laid His hands on them, and blessed them.”

Mark 10:14-16

Our culture – our world – has been attacking children since the beginning of time. Pushing them to the back – ignoring them when a phone is in the hand – a hinderance at the end of a busy day – a burden to a life planned before they were knitted together……

And yet….

Yeshua Ha’Mashiach sees them as precious and longs to see, to question, to touch, to absorb in excitement, trust and love everything about them.

How precious is that?

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #30/31

I love the paint of words

The arc of phrase

The dance of metaphor

Alive upon the page

Bits and pieces

Bits and pieces.  

“The Paint of Words” by Ruth Bell Graham

I am not sure how I got here already.  Seems like I just started this 40-day prayer challenge, and here we are on Eve of Rosh Hashanah, The Days of Awe.  Awe meaning in His Light and Power – a deeper look, with reflection, introspection and repentance, at the choices made over the past year; falling to the knees and holding tight in prayer as He once again lifts those who seek out of the mirey pit and places their foot upon the Rock higher than for a new year during Yom Kippur.   

Light.  Power.

God came from Teman,

The Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah.

His glory covered the heavens,

And the earth was full of His praise

His brightness was like the light;

He had rays flashing from His hand,

And there His power was hidden.

Habakkuk 3:3-4

I have always been fascinated by two men who are barely mentioned in the Bible.  The first was Simeon.  He prayed all His life to see the Messiah before he died.  He was in the temple the day Yeshua’s parents brought Him to be circumcised.  Whenever I read Luke 2, I can almost hear YAH’s whisper as He told Simeon to look up and behold: the Light and the Power in the parents’ arms.

And the Light and Power filled Simeon’s heart as his prayer was answered.

The second person was Nicodemus –  a Pharisee used to being honored for his knowledge, revered by many, a teacher of laws, both written and oral, and – even though the Bible never says it outright – he must have had in his heart a prayer much like Simeon’s.  He heard of the young rabbi from Nazareth – the one named Yeshua.  Somehow, I know YAH whispered in his ear to listen and pay attention to this young teacher, and so Nicodemus did.  Perhaps, YAH nudged a little stronger which sent him to seek – one dark night – a solitary meeting with Yeshua where Light and Power not only filled the room, but filled a hole in Nicodemus heart and kept him wondering and watching until a cross seemingly extinguished that Light and Power.

Perhaps – as Nicodemus watched the gathering clouds of the storm overhead, he finally understood YAH’s whisper for what it had been saying all along – Messiah. How the word must have stung as he rushed to join Joseph of Arimathea to prepare for a burial before Passover began, and how he must have wondered and searched the scriptures as Sunday morning arrived, and the rumors exploded throughout Jerusalem.

Light. Power.

Nothing can contain that which Our Father has ordained.  Not death.  Not a grave.  Not sin. Not the evil one’s plans. Nothing can contain the Light and the Power of Yeshua Ha’Mashiach.

“I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.”

John 8:12

“And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, ‘All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.”

Matthew 28:18

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #26

My voyage in this life started at a dock called the Edge of Paradise, which was on an invisible sign called motto for that hometown. Presently, my dinghy self is in holding steady in a small inlet that reminds me very much of my childhood dock. This dock sits back from the busier channels where boat traffic is more chaotic, and crazy-rocking waves of passing storms that tend to be more destructive. Have to say, I am content to sit with my toes dangling over the edge of my boat as I watch the storms roll close by with increasing frequency.  But – that is where the work begins. It is all too easy to turn a blind eye to the storms swirling around me when the dingy is just bobbing on smaller waves and not suffering much damage.

“To voyage with Jesus is to voyage in peace, even in a storm.  In the presence of Jesus, we can have peace in the wildest storms.”

William Barclay, Scottish scholar, author


No one really knows how this idiom originated.  The first mention in writing was in the 1600’s, but it was in combination with: “deaf ear”. There are multiple references to people actually claiming a “deaf ear” or “blind eye” to excuse their own actions or to not see something that they don’t want to recognize existing in their sphere.

Think of all the things we “turn a blind eye” to in this stormy world……all those things that we really don’t want to see or want to recognize – after all – if we “see” it, we might need to do something about it.  I can easily name 10 things that I am guilty of turning a bind eye to its existence right now.  In other words, I know deep within me its inherent evil and do nothing to stop it.

The scales on the eyes are very thick at times……especially when it requires the sacrifice to get out of our dinghy and get into the storm waters.

“Brother Saul, the Lord Jesus, who appeared to you on the road as you came, has sent me that you may receive your sight and be filled with the Holy Spirit.” Immediately there fell from his eyes something like scales, and he received his sight at once; and he arose and was baptized.”

Acts 9:17-18

Paul was blinded for a short time, so that he might see the world differently, and when those scales fell off his eyes, his world was completely made new. (Ain’t Jesus great?  He does what He says He will do – always!!) The persistent, inciter of violence, persecutor of Rabbi Yeshua’s followers became the strongest defender of the WORD and the Believers wherever he voyaged.  He no longer turned a blind eye to the Truth that Yeshua spoke to him on the Road to Damascus, and thus became one of the most persecuted Believers of the 1st century.

How many storms of sin continue to rock our boats, and we just turn our heads or look with our blind eye so we don’t have to do anything about it. Even some of our churches turn a blind eye to situations in their congregations and towns – not to mention their state and nation and world.

“Therefore, justice is far from us,
Nor does righteousness overtake us;
We look for light, but there is darkness!
For brightness, but we walk in blackness!
We grope for the wall like the blind,
And we grope as if we had no eyes…”

Isaiah 59:9-10a

Literally, I still have scales on my eyes.  In October, I will at least start to lose the physical reality of this “old age” scale called a cataract, but I am still working on the spiritual scales that remain in my eyes.

For whatever reason, I remember that 2000 was the initial period of beginning to scrape those spiritual scales off my eyes. Maybe it was because I was in my 50th year, or maybe it was because my mom was dealing with macular degeneration, or maybe it was the start of a new Millennial era.  Whatever it was, I was beginning to realize how I had turned a blind eye to way too many things.

I began to open the tabernacle doors of my tent, and as I spent more time in My Father’s presence, I saw how blind I have been.  So, as I pray that my spiritual scales continue to fall away, I also pray for the scales that are on the eyes of those I love and treasure. I pray for those I don’t know but the Holy Spirit does. I try to do something every day that forces my blind eyes to open a little wider by doing what the Holy Spirit has nudged me to accomplish before He returns.

Open your eyes.  See through the lens of His Truth.  Take a voyage in this stormy world and do not turn a blind eye to those that need your help. 

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Using the Blind Eye

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #19

“Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid”    

John 14:27

After 3 walks, my 8-year-old choc lab girl is usually tired.  Chasing the ball is not as easy as it used to be when she was a puppy. But tonight?  She had a treat.  She had a marrow bone.  I figured it would last her a couple days – – – –  nope. I forgot to factor in she is a lab. She still thinks she is a puppy, and I had to take it away from her.  Marrow was gone and she was endeavoring to eat the bone.

I worry about my last lab girl.  She still struggles with missing her sister – especially when a stranger comes to visit. She had a torn ACL back in 2015 that is now causing her to often limb with arthritis. She has a tumor.  She has just gotten over a urinary tract infection. But she really does think she’s a puppy, so I just throw the ball, rub her belly, and laugh when she tries to pet me back with her paw as she always wants more attention.

Worry is not something I let hover over me.  Which is why, when I read today’s devotions, I had trouble getting this reflection down on paper. When that happens, I generally go back and re-read all the devotions and Bible verses again.  I know the wisdom is there that I was supposed to find – but the lens in my eyes must have missed it. 

Sure enough, when I went back.  There it was.  It popped off the page and the WORD spoke the scales away from my eyes:   ‘…not as the world gives…’

Like an earworm, this phrase caught me and started repeating over and over. I emptied the dishwasher.  Swept bone pieces off the floor.  Rubbed the lab girl’s belly one more time and then sat down to write which is when silly, Spooky-Sparkle-Shadow kitty decided she should help me.

I looked back at the Bible verse again. Rabbi Yeshua didn’t do anything as the world does. Prophecy named Him, The Prince of Peace. But in this world, peace is fleeting to non-existent. Worry/anxiety is a part of every day life for all of us.  Statistical studies continuously show rising numbers of people having to use medical solutions and counseling to deal with it.

Jesus lived in an occupied country. He saw the brutality of the Roman rule, so I think there was plenty of worry back then as well.  After all, his parents, Mary and Joseph, had to pack up their infant Son and disappear into Egypt to escape the first attempt on His life. They had to deal with multitudes of predicaments.  Similar predicaments that we see in our own lives every day: sickness, betrayal, war, slavery, natural disasters, inflation, shortages of food/water…….

Predicaments cause worry, and they have always been a fact of life on this planet.

“Every predicament is an opportunity for divine intervention and continued celebration.”

TheChosen, Season 1 Devotional, p85

When Joseph had his dream to take his family and flee, now that probably caused some worry. We tend to take this part of the Christmas story for granted, but did he or Mary have aging parents back in Nazareth or Sepphoris?  What about his business?  Did he have enough money?  What would he do to support them in Egypt?  Food? Shelter? Clothes?

 Luckily, Joseph’s eyes had lost the scales of the world that usually hide spiritual wisdom. He had already had one angel visit him, so he had peace even in the midst of what was probably a whole lot of worries.

Peace, ‘…not as the world gives…’ but a peace as only He can give. A peace that one day, He would grow up to speak during the short 3 years of His ministry.  

It is this same peace that tucks me in every night before I go to sleep and breathes new hope every morning when I open my eyes.  The predicaments of the world are still clamoring for attention, but the divine shines into the deepest part of my soul and activates the WORD that has been buried in my heart. 

It bears repeating that worry/anxiety doesn’t stand a chance when the Shepherd speaks His peace – – peace, ‘…not as the world gives…’, but in the way that only He can give. 

The key to controlling worry/anxiety is knowing the WORD, Jesus, and knowing Our Father who loved us so much that He designed this path of salvation with the very first word of the Bible – Berisheet.

It is a choice that comes to all of us as we gaze at the world around us.  We can worry – – –  or – – – we can pray, listen for the Shepherd’s voice, that divine intervention, as He speaks His peace – a peace beyond all understanding to each of us. 

“And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”

Philippians 4:7

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days Chosen #4

“In the beginning was the WORD and the WORD was with GOD…” Jn 1:1

When one is alone, there is plenty of time to think. Words drift around via books, TV, radio, music, internal thoughts.  Words, for me, always bring wonder. Whether they are oral words – written words – thought words, Words bring wonder. It has always been as the Apostle John state: “In the beginning was the WORD…”

I can remember exactly the first time a word made sense to me.  It wasn’t in a classroom, or on my mother’s lap, or singing with my dad. It was sitting alone in a darkened room.  A small, upstairs bedroom off my brother’s slightly larger one.  It must have been late afternoon because my only window faced East, and most of the light was coming from my brother’s room. 

The rug that I was sitting on as I played with my dolls and pretended to teach “school”, was a hand-me down from my big brother who was quickly becoming a teenager and had less time for a little sister that drove him crazy.  The rug had a white horse rearing high in the air. The cowboy that sat upon its back was dressed in black.  His one arm raised high in the air as his other hand held the reins. There were words on that tan rug.


I had looked at those words many times, but it was that late afternoon as the sun poured in my brother’s window from the setting sun in the west, when I began to trace the words with my fingers. Wonder of wonder, the letters made sense for the first time. I looked at my books on the floor and began to pick out other letters.  When the parents tucked me in that night, we read words together and wonder began anew as I went to sleep.

When I do devotions in the morning, that same wonder returns. I know it is because the WORD is here.  He always has been.  He was in the beginning.  He was at my beginning.  He sat beside me that afternoon I sat on a tan rug in a small bedroom. He is the Alpha and the Omega.  The first WORD and the last WORD. He is the wonder of the WORD.

It is written, ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every WORD that proceeds out of the mouth of GOD.’” Matthew 4:4

Pastor Rick Joyner recently wrote the following: “As important as The Bible is, Jesus did not say that He was going to send us a book to lead us into all truth, but that He would send His Spirit to do this. His Book is important, and we want to know it as well as we can because doctrine is established in His written Word, but The Bible was not intended to take the place of the Holy Spirit. Even The Bible, if not read with the Holy Spirit, will just be what is called “dead letters.” These same words, when read by the Spirit, become life-giving heavenly manna. They supply our needs as we walk in the Way, but the Way itself is a Person we must follow.”

Morningstar Ministries

As I continue walking down the path Our Father has carved into this world just for me, I rest secure that His promises – written in His living WORD – are the stones that he has placed exactly where my feet will land as I head towards that narrow gate.  I’m carrying my lamp filled with His oil.  I’m carrying extra vessels also filled with oil just incase my Bridegroom calls out before I get to that gate.  For I know, the WORD is with me – – – even unto the ends of the earth. 

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days Chosen #3

Ever taken a look at the Global protest trackers?  There are riots all around the world.   

There are 3 active volcanoes in Alaska – not to mention all the ones that occurred all over the world in the past week.

There are historic wildfires in Greece, Russia, Canada, Turkey, Lebanon, Western US, and various places in Africa and Australia.

Google earthquakes for the world and take a deep breath.  The earth is shaking in so many ways, it makes you wonder what it represents…….

For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and there will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are but the beginning of the birth pains.

Matthew 24:7-8

My pain right now is living without my contacts.  Contacts represented one of my first independent decisions.  I have worn contacts since I turned 16 and counted all the pennies in my piggy bank to pay for them.  I had many reasons for wanting them, but my parents made me do what research I could on this crazy idea.  They finally agreed (after talking to our eye doctor), and I’ve been wearing them ever since.

Just like contacts correct our weakened eyes, the type of lens we have in our weakened soul makes a giant difference in how we perceive the world. As I look at all the things taking place in the world, I keep adjusting my inner lens by what I read in His WORD.  He gave us the Living WORD because it is just that.  Full of historical lessons that continue to be proven through various sciences, it is also full of prophecies of things yet to come.

Beloved, I now write to you this second epistle … that you may be mindful of the words which were spoken before by the holy prophets, and of the commandment of us, the apostles of the Lord and Savior,  knowing this first: that scoffers will come in the last days, walking according to their own lusts,  and saying, “Where is the promise of His coming?”

2 Peter 1-4a

The scoffers have a different lens in their spirit through which they view the prophecies. Even though Our Father has proven over and over that He is faithful in His promises and all that they represent, like the ancient Jews, they find reasons to reject the prophecies of those things yet to come and are not filling their lamps or vessels with oil to light their way when the Bridegroom calls.

I really do hate wearing glasses again, and I still have a week to go before the doctor takes a look at my cataracts.  But – at the same time – I am so thankful, that I have the glasses to get me through.  I can see the bright blue ball buried under the leaves, when my choc lab girl can’t seem to smell it.  I can avoid the rocks and roots protruding in the path that I walk daily.  I can stand at my window and watch the hummingbirds dart and weave as they fight for a spot at the feeding station.  I can read His word over and over when my heart hurts and tears wet the page. 

Corrective lens – contacts or glasses or spiritual lenses – clearly show those things I would miss, if I didn’t have them, and I am blessed beyond measure. In this chaotic world, full of our wayward desires and pursuits, we need those lenses, and what they represent as we struggle to walk on Our Father’s path.

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TABERNACLING 2021: In the Dark of Night

It is summer.  Heat has kicked into higher realms of the thermometer.  Garden potted plants are begging for water every day. Kitty goes outside early and comes sits by the  porch door when she wants that AC place to sleep the rest of the day away. 

When dusk begins to fall, my choc lab girl grabs her ball and stands by my chair.  She knows we will walk one more time as the temps begin to drop and the woods are full of shadows.  With one eye dealing with a cataract, I’ve started to use my walking stick again to navigate the tree roots and rocks. – just incase I mis-judge those fluctuating shadows as they deepen their reach into the woods.

“Now there was a Pharisee, a man named Nicodemus who was a member of the Jewish ruling council. He came to Jesus at night and said, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher who has come from God. For no one could perform the signs you are doing if God were not with him.”

John 3:1-2

Today, I finished cleaning my stuff out of the school library where I have been working for the last 3 years.  I always forget how much “stuff” a teacher accumulates within a classroom.  One little thing here – another there – and pretty soon – the back of my car was filled – – twice over!  A trash bag full of “stuff” that should have been ditched long ago. A few hugs from hard-working teachers who are still coming to their rooms a month after school is out and a month away from when school begins again, and I close the gate on another classroom.

So tonight – here I am again – in the dark of the night – talking to my Saviour just like Nicodemus did so long ago. 

Our Father has moved me around so many times, that I’ve almost lost count of the schools, but each move has put me exactly in the right spot at the right time to gain invaluable wisdom for that season of life. 

I’ve taught every grade – every race – every creed – from a classroom with no text books to a classroom where every body had a computer. Taught in schools where I had not breaks during the day to schools where I had at least 2 free periods.  Taught pre-schoolers to adults learning “English as a second language” and the GED/ABLE programs. Directed plays, written plays with my students, taught objective journalism, and coached a writing team and a dance team.

Point being – – – Abba always had a plan to show me what I didn’t know and what I needed to learn.

So, in the darkness tonight, I’ve been thinking of the story of Nicodemus and his conversation with Rabbi Yeshua.  Nicodemus – a somewhat wealthy, wise and, legally, righteous, well-respected rabbi who walked the city streets to find a poor, itinerant, much younger teacher in the darkness of the night.

I always wondered why the dark of night?  Why did he come to him instead of requesting Yeshua to come to his place?  Why was he alone? What other questions did he ask beside the one that is written in the Bible?

I always have lots of questions. Perhaps too many for my own good.

Perhaps, Nicodemus recognized something in the young rabbi sitting across from him.  Maybe he didn’t know what it was, but he knew it was something – something he needed to learn…just like me.

“Jesus replied, “Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again.”

John 3:3

No matter how many times I have read this story, or how many times I have bugged Our Father and His Son for answers, I think John 3:3 is still my lifeline. Born again – in faith – in grace – in all things. That verse is still my narrow gate of life that I look for when the Holy Spirit is nudging me forward. It is still the echo of His words that I somehow hear in my head even before the question is completely formed.

In the dark of the night, I am blessed as Nicodemus was.  Nicodemus went away that night, but the words must have echoed in his head as he, too, looked for that narrow gate and tried to understand why he felt the need of change in his spirit – a need to be born again not of woman, but of spirit. We know he found that narrow gate. A few years later, in the receding darkness of a storm, he carried herbs and oils to anoint the broken body of that young rabbi.  Was he amazed a few days later by an empty tomb?  Was he with the disciples at Pentecost?  Did he rejoice in the power of the Holy Spirit?

Maybe, someday soon – not in the dark of night – I will be able to ask Rabbi Nicodemus what his narrow gates looked like. Did they look like mine or were the gates as unique as each person who finds them?

But in the meantime, in the dark of this night, on a porch outside a small house in the USA, I have closed one gate and am listening and waiting to see what gate Yeshua Ha’Mashiach will open next. I am rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit, but I wait impatiently. Anticipation always bounces around me during these times, so I check my lamps at my side.  Who knows? The Bridegroom may call sooner than I think and that narrow gate will be the one Jesus spoke of so long ago.

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TABERNACLING 2021: Weedy Woe #5

This is a late post.  The computer died as I was getting ready to load it.  So one week later – computer cleaned up – praising GOD – here it is. Our Father’s timing is not our own, but – it is always perfect.

Been listening to John Michael Talbot on my music app for the last few weeks.  It is a throwback to days that were the precursor for our struggles today. Days full of rebellious PRIDE.

  • Unrest.
  • Off-kilter.
  • Distrust
  • Anger.
  • Riots.
  • Ethnic and national wars.
  • Sadness.
  • Painful
  • Rebellion
  • Pride

The round table in Camelot had broken. As the Bible and prayer were beginning to be prohibited in the public forum, as abortions became acceptable, and sexual freedom proclaimed, parents fretted what the future held for their children.  Children fretted if they would have a future.

  • The Jesus Movement.
  • Drug Culture.
  • Cults.
  • Fear mongering.
  • Bias words appearing in news reports.
  • Give Peace a chance.
  • “Baby-killers” shouted to those who stood in the gap for the nation.
  • “It’s your body” to others who drove to pioneering clinics.
  • “Don’t trust anyone over 30!”
  • Naked Ape – Silent Spring – Population Bomb – Divine Principle….

My soul, head and heart hurt.  The more I watched the anger throbbing through the crowded Quad, the more confused my internal struggle swirled. Of course, as a person who spent more time in the Music building than in the Education building on campus, music was important.

Popular music reflected the national turmoil and struggle. It ranged from old, old folk songs to raging rock operas about murder, drugs, cannibalism, and one that hinted at a more human interpretation of a Christ who didn’t rise – but his betrayer did??

Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight.

Isaiah 5:21

The Talbot Brothers were my calm in the storm. Like many in my generation, I was struggling with that age-old transition from my parents’ faith to my own faith. 

  • Looking at the world. 
  • Listening to other voices. 
  • Reading varying views on all subjects. 
  • Researching cults that were appearing within my sphere.
  • Starting conversations on the Quad that lasted long into the night.
  • Sitting in empty churches. (Remember when churches weren’t locked during the day?)
  • Trying on different lens – sure that new was better – wiser – – –

PRIDE cometh before the fall.

50 years later – here we are – – – again.

  • Up is down
  • Truth is false and false is truth
  • Right is wrong and wrong is right

“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.”

Isaiah 9:9-10

A part of this Bible verse was used right after 9/11 in the Capitol (they left out the first 9 words I printed above). As the build-back began, stones were hauled in to NYC to build a new tower – bigger – higher – better. A cedar tree planted to replace the fallen sycamore in front of the tiny chapel where the President Washington and Congress knelt in prayer.  The cedar tree died, but the memorial throws its point high into the skyline.

Did they know they were repeating history (prophecy?) as stated in the Bible – even down to the cedar tree dying?

Since the beginning of time, humanity has raised the fist of rebellion high in the air as if pointing their defiance directly in the face of the One who loves them best.

  • Individuals 
  • Families
  • Churches
  • States
  • Countries

I didn’t think it could get any worse than what it was during my college years.  I prayed for more time.  I prayed to find a way out of my own rebellious state. I prayed to find the narrow gate.

Eventually – – I did.

The amazing thing? Once I pulled my fist out of the way and opened it in praise of the One who loves me even in the deep darkness of my PRIDE, I could clearly see that tiny, narrow gate that had always been right in front of me.   

#TalbotBrotherslistening #Hedrawethnigh  #Keeplookingup

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Praise the LORD!

Writing about the WOES listed in Isaiah 5 is done.  When I see the word WOE in the Bible – it’s scary connotation catches me …….  Everytime. I was WAY OVER writing about WOE before I started.

Do you know, there are approximately 56 instances of WOE being cited in the Old and New Testament? (I say approximately because different translations translate differently.) Still – that’s a bunch of WOE, and like I said, I was WAY OVER WOE before I started, but I’ve learned it is never in my best interest to argue with a nudge from the Holy Spirit.

This whole WOE thing started when I found myself in a classroom for the first time.  I say “found” because that was never my plan.  I never consciously chose to be a teacher.  I didn’t go to college to become a teacher.  In fact – for many reasons, I didn’t even want to go to college.  I even had several nasty fights with the parents who twisted my arm with the promise that I could come home after one semester if I really didn’t like it.

Needless to say, I never went home for more than a few days after the first month. What can I say?  They had a music building – choirs – and a library that I could get lost in whenever I wanted. There was no way I would ever be able to read all those books.

Woe! Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly.

James 3:1

I really didn’t like school – at all.

Growing up, I played “school” with my friends and baby dolls. I taught Sunday School, Vacation Bible school, swim lessons to disabled students, read story books to kids who came to the library where I worked as a high school page, read more books to the kids that I baby-sat for on the weekends or in the summer, taught kids how to twirl a baton, but never – NEVER – envisioned doing anything that had anything to do with school.

When I look back at all the things I did leading up to college, I can see Our Father’s handprints all over this.  Probably because we lived in a small town, I ended up being in leadership positions off and on all through school.  The job in the library gave me access to books that I probably wouldn’t have read if I hadn’t been there several hours a week and more in the summer.

I was reading about the things I heard my parents and teachers talking about long before I understood why they were important or how they would all fit together to lead me to a 40+ yearlong path that I couldn’t possibly imagine when I turned 18.    

But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea. Woe to the world for the causes of sin. These stumbling blocks must come, but woe to the man through whom they come!

Matthew 18:6-7

The amazing thing was – I wasn’t as bored in college as I had been in all my previous schooling.  Don’t get me wrong, I had great teachers.  Some even caught my attention enough that I actually A-ced their class. I just wasn’t that motivated high achiever in school.  I was the day-dreamer looking out the window, writing poems, stories, song or reading a book in my lap.  I did good enough to make National Honor Society, but that’s about it.

My college notebooks are still filled with a lot of writing that had nothing to do with classes, but it was better since I didn’t have to spend all day in classes and could hang out in the music building playing piano and singing to my hearts’ content with all the people who liked to do the same thing as me in their free time.

And then – – – I “found” myself standing in front of a bunch of students in an urban classroom. 

Whoa! Woe!!

During that short experience, a long-time Christian teacher took me under her wing.  She taught me more in 6 weeks than I had learned in 3 years at my college and – – it was she that pointed out the WOE verses as she asked me, “Are you sure you are ready to do this for Him?”

Was I?

“It is inevitable that stumbling blocks come, but woe to him through whom they come! It would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck and he were thrown into the sea, than that he would cause one of these little ones to stumble.”

Luke 17:1-3

I guess I was, so I may be WAY OVER WOE writing about WOE’s (does that even make sense?), but I know WOES are part of the world – especially in these latter days.  So when they catch me as I read the Bible, I realize that they are the warnings that are meant to catch our attention.  Warnings to remind us that His Handprints are over everything in our lives – – – from opening our eyes in the morning to closing our eyes at night.  I can’t find the words to say how comforting that is to me during this season of life.   

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup

Campbell Hall, The Ohio State University, 1978