.this is a marathon. I’ve been up since 3:00 AM. astonished and astounded at the movement and the mystery of it all. I have a large sleeping cat, old bent coke cans, old cigar butts, various sorts of dirty dishes and food wrappers, all over the top of my desk!!! JUST KIDDING!!! JUST KIDDING!!! I don’t have any dirty dishes…
. I’m getting as much writing done as I can today.
. write. rest. write. rest.
. OK. write. write. write. write.
. I will go to the store and rest tomorrow. (the closest Walmart is an hour and a half away) it takes all day.
. when we had our congregation, I would teach.
. I knew NOTHING about the feasts or weekly readings of the Torah and the Prophets. feast scriptures, seasonal scriptures. I didn’t know that any of those things existed.
. I have written about my sufferings (I didn’t know what they were), in the spring and the fall.
. one of the more studious ones among us, started coming to me after the services, saying, and showing me her notes in her bible: “See, you taught the exact same scriptures last year at this time.”
. that continued for a few years.
. then in my lightning fast mind, I began to say: Hmmmm, I wonder what’s up?
. one year, a fair number of our congregation, visited the Messianic Congregation in our city. it was a special service on a sunday afternoon. It was Yom Teruah. (they called it Rosh hashana back then.)
. they came back telling me: “they sang the same songs that you sang, and taught the same scriptures that you taught!”
. it all went fast from there…
. I began to realize that I was on a spiritual cycle. a circle. a yearly round. a wheel of seeing and hearing. nothing of my own doing.
. I began to realize that my sufferings (which were my intercessions), were on this same spiritual cycle, yearly round, wheel of seeing and hearing. nothing of my own doing.
. from then on for years, even up until now, this Passover. I experience those same things. hourly, daily. weekly. monthly, seasonally, yearly, generationaly, and I’m old enough now, to see the age change. I see shelves of my old notebooks and my old, worn out bibles and concordances ( I like the old ones the best), with all of my notes, saying the same things, year after year. now I see this blog. with the same cycle, circle, yearly round, wheel. I’m tired. I don’t have the mental prowess any more, to remember everything in my mind. but my spirit catches it prophetically. and His Word, His Life, His wheel, His seeing, comes around another time…