It's Rosh Hashanah 5772 -- Happy New Year!

It's the Jewish New Year this week, Rosh Hashanah.  The Ten Days of Awe begin, the time for repentance, which end with the Day of Atonement. Peering into the looking glass of God's magnificent forgiveness is an endless pool of grace into which we are privileged to gaze.  In Jewish teaching it is the anniversary of the creation of man, a time that God celebrates us.  What a thought.  It's a day to say thank you for the prerogative of enjoying God's blessings and benevolent forgiveness, giving us a chance to start anew, afresh, awash with His closeness of Spirit breathing into us His passion and love.  It is also the Feast of Trumpets when shofars resound throughout the air pronouncing...

... the coming monarch.  His Royal Majesty, Jesus Christ.  Jewish teachers have taught, "Do you know what tomorrow evening is? Tomorrow will be Rosh Hashanah, and among Chassidim the night of Rosh Hashanah is called 'Karanatzia Nacht.'"  Coronation night.

(Selah!)


The crowning ceremony of the King of Kings.  It's not far off.  He's coming.  Lately I have heard, "Oh, but many things have to happen yet."  Hum.  Well, will you personally know the minute or the hour or the day?  Will you know every detail, every fulfillment and you can say with finality and infinite wisdom that NOW is the precise moment and fulfillment and He can come any moment---well, that is, if you haven't been busy living life with all of its demands and stress it commands.  When truly would one know?  Remember this friends, he comes as a thief in the night.  When you didn't really expect it.  Just when you thought there were a "few more things that have to happen first" (or worse, secretly wishing it wouldn't be too soon because we want to do this or that).  I sense that too many in the Body of Christ have a false sense of security thinking that there is "still some time left."  We should live intimately and immediate in His presence so that at any moment (whether now or somewhere in the future) when His shofar is sounded, His voice is lifted in a shout, we will not be caught unawares.  


This is the season of the Lord, the Coronation night.  Whether He comes today or tomorrow or next week or beyond is not the issue; the extent of readiness within ourselves is paramount to being ready to walk into eternity with one breath.  Literally one breath away.  Think about it.  Truly He longs for us with a passion we can never fully understand, a longing with an intensity that is beyond description, and a love that is immeasurable.  


Long for Him.  Look for Him.  Listen for His words breathing life through you and then in the silence He Himself will listen with ardent fervor.  He'll listen for very special words that bring about this most spectacular gathering of lovers of God.  The very words He longs to hear.

"The Spirit and the Bride say ...come, King Jesus."  The coronation celebration is about to begin!  Come! 


Rosh Hashanah 5772!

For the Love of Jerusalem, Israel...the place of God's heart

I will be a ring of fire around her in My midst.

Those that desire Me will dare to 

   enter the ring and find My glory.

Those in indifference or rebellion outside

  are left cracked, barren and dry

in a wilderness where there is no water.

Streams in the deserts only flow unhindered in

  yielded hearts of need to worship Me.

Fear of Me is taught, purposely and tenaciously

   walked willingly in a lifestyle of pursuit.

The ring of My fire of praise is a covenant

  of marital love borne from a pool of blood--

a gift--a broken seal off a stoneless grave,

and the passionate, kissing flames of explosive

Spirit fire bursting forth from a hungry heart.

     Praise Me!  My love is perfect!

     Praise Me!  My joy is complete!

     Praise Me!  My service, My burden 

              is light as a feather.  

Your walls are before Me and they 

catch fire and blaze in consumption

  in the ring of My praise.

                    Rejoice!  

"For I, says the Lord, will be to her a wall of fire round about, 

and I will be the glory in the midst of her."  (Zechariah 2:5)

My Daddy Can Do Anything!

Soft sand flew up in the air and landed on the beach warmed by the sun from an expansive sky.  The sea iridescent in hues of violet and azure blues lapped at the shore.  Kevin and Marta were hard at it.  Castles with stick moats emerged from pressed sand and little crabs scurried to dodge the pudgy fingers of children at play.  They had been talking about their parents and were in a verbal dodge ball game of who was the best.  

"My mommy can bake great big cakes that look like turtles!" Marta said with childish pride.  "As big as a table!  For my birthday she made me a big, big cake.  It was a turtle.  The frosting was kinda yukky green but it tasted good."

Kevin never one to be outdone stood up in his full four-foot frame, stuck out his willowy chest and declared, "My daddy can do anything!  It doesn't matter what it is or where.  He can do anything!"

Anything.  A selah word, don't you think?  (Selah:  Hebrew for stop and listen.)

Simple as a child.  His was a trusting belief that was singleness of heart, steadfast in thought, and executed with clarity.  Faith doesn't have to be convoluted nor trust a Jello-pudding experience when push comes to shove with life's challenges.  A king once said, "Unite my heart to fear your name."  In other words, "Make me single-minded so that I can be so convinced that you'll take care of everything simply because of who You are, God.  Boy, I can't do this on my own.  I always make a muck of it.  My heart is splintered by trusting in wrong things.  Mend me, Lord."  

And "fear your name."  Know what "fear" is?  In the fear of the Lord it's simply displaying a royal protocol to approach the Lord.  It's having a reverence for His majesty.  Let me put it this way.  If I was called to court today -- the closest analogy being the Queen of England in today's parlance -- I really don't think I'd show up with shorts, a baggy sweatshirt, hair all askew, unbathed for a week smacking chewing gum.  I'd prepare myself properly to meet her in mind, heart, and speech.  I wouldn't be afraid or fearful -- but I'd certainly have respect for her and for her court.   Once I presented to her my request (if any) if she proclaimed an official edict over me and gave me the papers to prove it, I'd have no hesitancy believing it would be carried out down to the last letter.  


Thing is, the King of the universe did the same thing for you.  He prepared everything for you down to the last letter.  He paid a price for you.  A heart-stopping price.  (You're that valuable.)  And He will turn over heaven and earth if you will trust him.  He gave an edict, He pronounced a covenant over you, and gave the papers to prove it.  You're a card-carrying royal.  There's no need to worry or fret, pout or complain, whine or be depressed.  Implicit virgin trust can turn out to be your life's most surprising and valuable gift.  When all's said and done there's only one thing to say with absolute confidence:


My Daddy can do ANYTHING!  Believe it.  You have His word on it.


"For with God nothing is ever impossible and no word from God shall be without power or impossible of fulfillment."  (Luke 1:37 Amplified)