Reflections on the Passion of My Christ

Reflections on the Passion of My Christ

My Elder Brother’s burden is more than I can bear, for I have poured into his cup all the wickedness of my soul.  Yea, that even as he knelt and prayed in the Garden, he beseeched that his cup should pass if our father would but will it.

Nay, his prayers were not that the Romans should withhold the Flagrum- thus to be beaten and striped of men, nor to forestall his crowning of thorns.  Nay, he did not beseech the father that he should sendeth away his tempters who entreated his thirst with vinegar delivered of the Hyssop, or that he stay the spear which lanced him through the side.

My Elder Brother, yea, my Lord, ever only feared what the cup holdeth.  For my Brother knowing only favor of his father, and having walked all his days in the abundance and Majesty of his Father’s Holy Goodness, drank the gall of the most bitter cup; thus to make his grave with the wicked in death.

Wherefore, my Brother’s truest passion, yea, his greatest anguish, was when our Father smote him with the absence of his forsaking and the turning away from his son during the season of his greatest mortal need.

For Behold, no unclean thing can abide within the temple of God.  Wherefore, the temple of God which no man observeth, Yea, even the temple of the only begotten of the Father, that is the heart of the most precious son had crumbled as the Father departed from his throne in Jesus, my Brother.  And lo, the temple crumbled, leaving no stone upon another, his house destroyed, destitute and Fatherless.

My cup having been drunk by my brother aroused the full weight of Righteous justice against him.  Yea, and it pleased my father to bruise him; to put him to grief, for his soul stood as an offering for my sin as prophet Isaiah hath said.

My Elder Brother, my Lord, was smitten on my behalf, received stripes of anguish on my behalf and endured the righteous abandonment of our Father on my behalf.

Yea, my heart is wholly grieved for I hath laid lo the temple of my father in the Heart of his only begotten son.  Indeed, I am my Brothers ruining.

Hear me now, oh my Father, for I know that mercy was not available to Jesus, Nay he suffered the perfect execution of Righteous Justice, for thou are perfect and wholly Just and thy Kingdom faileth not in its Glorious vengeance.  Yet, in my brother I am guiltless for thou receiveth my supplication through mercy where the Christ had none.

Thy temple, O Lord, having been rent in twain, offereth a portion of thy house for mercy-- Mercy for me and all those who believeth on the labor and toiling of thine only begotten.  But, our Brother, our Lord Jesus, had no mercy, for as he hung and the life Passed out of him, his flesh died a sinner-- broken and unforgiven.

Now my Father, know that my heart is broken for I know I can never repay such a debt, but can only rejoice in partaking of its blessing-- A blessing which was wrought by thee from the beginning of time and reckoned in the midst of men to prevail over sin and open thy house unto mercy.  

7-25-2016

Parable of Goblets

Parable of Goblets

In the midst of a barren land, there traveled a congregation of holy men who each wore finely adorned robes and hoods and ornate tassels about their waist.   Yea, and each member of the congregation traveled and held at their chest a goblet each girded with inscriptions and precious workings and adornments.  And in the midst of the congregation, there was found no goblet which was like any other and they were all different-- each individual to its owner.

The multitude, wandering and traveling about the land mourned because each beautiful vessel contained no drink and the goblets were empty and served no function save only for their beauty and artistry.  Nonetheless, the inhabitants of the land, roundabout,  greatly admired the wanderers for they beheld the allure and exquisiteness of the goblets and the congregation was invited into many camps and villages throughout the land.

In the midst of their journey, the congregation encountered a wise and generous man.  Yea, and as he came forth unto the congregation, he discerned the misery and grief which plagued the brethren… and behold, he brought forth out of his treasure a simple and modest cup.  Now, within this cup  there was contained the most pure and pristine water.  And lo, that water, yea, the purest and most pristine water was, in this land, valued beyond all the other treasures of men.

And Behold, the righteous man poured forth his treasure into a single goblet held in the midst of the congregation.  And the congregation rejoiced that the treasure was with them and that a goblet was filled to the brim with the intent of its holding.

But lo, a murmur began to rise through the congregation and the disciples began to contend one with another that THEIR cup should hold the treasure.  And so in that day, the multitude sought to quell the contentions among themselves and the 1st goblet let forth its water and was poured carefully and delicately into the goblet of his fellow; yet in the pouring, a single drop of the precious water was lost.  And in like manner, the fellow having beheld the treasure in his goblet, also poured forth his water unto another of the brethren-- and yet again another drop was lost.  

And now, the company of brethren, even the whole congregation with their goblets each shared the treasure of pure water which was filled of the first goblet.  Yea, and not one of the congregation had noticed that a drop was spilt when the treasure was shared among each goblet.  At last, the the final goblet was held forth in the congregation to receive the the most precious treasure, yet because of careless handling, there remained no water left to fill the final cup.  And lo, the congregation grieved once again for there was no more treasure to be held by any goblet for in sharing, they had spilt the most precious treasure and had lost every drop even until all the goblets were dry and empty once again.

Now, when the wise and generous man saw this, he sighed within himself at the ignorance of the multitude, for they had all lost that was given. And so, the righteous man prayed quietly and and in the meekness of his apparel he knelt and lifted up his modest and simple cup high into the sky. Wherefore in this posture, the skies were opened and it began to rain in the region round about. Yea, and his cup was filled once again unto the brim.   Yea, and knowing now from whence the treasure had come, the congregation knelt and raised their cups to receive the most precious treasure from its source.  For behold in the end, the goblets of men were filled and overflowed with the purest and most pristine water, yea even the most precious treasure of the heavens.

8/19/2016

Parable of the Water Fount

Parable of the Water Fount

The Kingdom of Heaven is like unto a fount of pure water…  For of the fount, the pure water taketh no shape, yet the water and the fount are one.

But lo, water taken from the fount is still fountain water, for it is beget and retrieved of the fount; yet this divided water knoweth a shape, for the waters are divided unto themselves and the separate water knoweth but the shape of a vessel which holdeth it.

Now, my children, the fount hath giveth its pure water unto the vessel, yea and the vessel containeth only a part of what the fountain hath.  And lo, the vessel receiveth only that which it doth rightfully hold, lest the vessel runneth over and the fountain water is lost.  Wherefore the vessel, unto itself, containeth but a lesser portion of the fount’s water.

Observe then, that the fount’s pure water and the separate water are the same by composition, yet a shape is expressed in the similitude of the vessel which holdeth it.  But lo, the separate water doth reflect the image of the fount’s pure water, for the separate water doeth its work in the name of the fount. Yea, and as the vessel poureth out its water unto the fount, the fount receiveth again unto itself the pure water from the vessel which held it.

But lo, the vessel which keepeth its water, and returneth it not unto the fount, corrupteth the purity of the fountain’s water, for as pure water standeth within the vessel, the vessel doth stagnate and polluteth the purity of the fountain water.  Wherefore that vessel ceaseth to contain the fount’s water, for that vessel containeth instead standing water.

Now my children, the vessel and the fount which are pure must thus continue to share its water one with another, lest the water in the vessel holdeth standing water and causeth pollution. Yea, and polluted water may returneth not unto the fount, lest the fount become tainted by the stink of stagnation.  Verily, verily I say unto thee that once the pure water of the fount standeth unto stink within a vessel; this water cannot be shared again with fountain.  For behold the vessel and the water are lost together.

Harken unto me my children; a tainted vessel is but a cup of death and conceiveth no life of the fount.  And a fountain of life delivereth not death but the waters of life only.  Wherefore, a tainted vessel must first cleanse its waters with the blood of righteousness and restore them unto sweetness before it is yet reclaimed unto the fount.

Hence, the Kingdom of God is like unto a water fount, for the Waters of life are sweet and give forth freely,  life unto the vessel.  Yea, and the waters of a pure vessel returneth unto the fount and thus the fount and the vessel are one.

7-26-2012

Parable of the Wine

A righteous servant bringeth forth not good wine from the storehouse unto thy master by pouring the aged spirits into his hands.

For though the hands are cupped and receiveth the wine, that which the servant bringeth is but lost and wasted, for mere hands alone cannot contain the truth of the wine without spillage.

Yea, and good wine which is lapped from the hand of a servant bareth the taste of salt, for

wine and skin doth mingle the taste thereof with the flavor of toiling and the labor of vineyard.

          

Nay, a righteous servant bringeth wine unto the master’s lips with a clean vessel which holdeth the wine anew, and the master loseth not one drop, yea, and the wine is but sweet with the age of its cask.

9-14-2012

The Parable of the Scribe

The Parable of the Scribe

Observeth the Scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven, who cutteth the reed and send forth its length into the depths of the well.  For his toiling and preparation bringeth forth an abundance of ink unto the nib.  Yea, and then after such laboring doth the scribe bringeth forth the characters of truth unto the parchment.

But lo, from whence cometh the truth?  For the well alone containeth only ink, yea and rigid length of the reed is but dry without the well.  And the scribe which is thus instructed unto the kingdom of heaven possesseth not the truth, but the pen only.

Wherefore the parchment knoweth the truth, for the well feedeth the reed and the scribe anoiteth the parchment with ink.

But lo, the truth is no more produced by man, than a marking made by a reed without ink. For as the scribe bareth the law, so too doth I bare the scribe which hears me.   Yea and just as the reed cometh unto the well, so to must the scribe come also unto Me.

Now behold, the letter and the parchment are one, and as the reed and the well are thus united in the effort of the truth, so too am I within the scribe as ink within the marrow.  Wherefore as my scribe and the truth are one in the Kingdom of Heaven, so too is my word everlasting.

Amen.

9-20-2012

The Master's Estate

The Master’s Estate

A simple and lowly man worked each day diligently in the house of his master.  And yet, in secret, he prayed that one day he would benefit from his laboring to live upon his own land as lord and master of an estate.  

And so it was that the master knowing full well the intent and desire of his servant, beckoned him unto private council and thus offered unto him a grand a glorious land to which he should only pay one year’s wage.  Overjoyed at the generosity of his master, the servant agreed and continued his work diligently and faithfully for his final year.  

Now the master, gracious and wise, gave not only land, but also servants, and cattle and seed by which to make use of his land, and also all manner of fine things.  The man having been thus exceedingly blessed, moved his family, a wife and three sons, and their possessions onto this land which had been sold unto him by his master.  Yea, and there they lived many happy and contented years until at last after some length, the simple and lowly man began to contemplate in the goodness of his heart and sought to partition his land into three parts that each of his sons might become heir to a portion of his blessing after he succumbed to the waxing of his elder years.

The thought of inheritance however, so stirred the hearts of his sons, that they began to contend one with another and with their father also, beseeching him to which portion of the land they should become heir.  Yea, and their contentions were heard roundabout in the land until every servant and passerby knew of the strife which had been exercised and sewn upon the land.  And lo, a great plague, even a curse, crept over the blessed land insomuch that the land seethed with wickedness and strife.

At last, the final hours of the lowly man were upon him and his sons were gathered about his bedside to hear his final wishes, and to each of his sons, the old man deeded to them a portion of the land which was given him by the kind and generous master.  Yea, and even upon his final breath there remained contention among his three sons.  And so it was, that each son received an equal measure of the land by inheritance from their father.  Yea and each of the sons plotted a course by which they could benefit from their portion of the land.

And it came to pass that the first son was heir to a choice portion of the land and became greedy knowing that it was of great value.  Yea, and intoxicated by his greed, he began to partition his land and sell it piece by piece until he was very wealthy.  Ah, but lo the curse of the land had imprinted itself so profoundly upon the heart of the greedy son, that he was consumed by his lust for power and wealth; thus he left the land of his father a corrupted and fallen man.

The second son, embittered and envious of his eldest brother sewed seed upon his land, and by the sweat of his brow vowed to reclaim his father’s land piece by piece from each man who bought a portion from his brother.  Yea and his days were spent toiling and laboring to possess that which the first son had acquired.

At long last, the second son succeeded in procuring the final parcel of land sold by his greedy brother and yet, bent upon acquisition approached the third son that he might acquire the third share of inheritance owned by the youngest brother.  Yet after witnessing the laboring and toil of the second son the eldest brother engrossed in greedy rage also sought the share of the youngest son.

And it came to pass, that as both brothers greedily argued and contended with the youngest brother, he was overcome with grief and recognized the source and eventuality of the plague that had cursed the land.  Yea, and the third son repented within himself knowing that he had contributed unto the strife which had scourged the land of his father’s blessing.  And he knew deep within himself that the inheritance given unto him, and his brothers, had been defiled and blackened by the ongoing contention of his brothers.

As he reflected upon these things, he recognized that his brothers had been exceedingly burdened by the curse that emanated from the land of their father; so much so, that the first son had sold himself unto greed and wealth and had become wicked and cunning.  And like unto him the second son had labored and toiled each day to do only but the bidding of jealousy, and his soul was tainted by pursuit of acquisition.

In his grief, he left his brothers contending and striving one with another to clear the plague which still remained upon his share of the land.  And so, with rightful judgment he succumbed not to his brothers, but instead beseeched his father’s master, that he might earn a private audience with him.

Yeah and in the chamber where they met, the youngest and wisest son deeded his inheritance back unto his father’s master.  And the master questioned him asking , “You know that I am well with age, why deed your Father’s inheritance back unto me?”  And the youngest son replied in humility, “ It is that the land of my father should be without plague or curse, and in this act shall I cleanse for me and my father also, the contention which my brothers and I invited upon the gift of your generosity.”  And lo, the master knowing well the wisdom of these things spoke saying “ yea, and thus it shall be done, and upon these things shall it be spoken nobly to honor thy father and thy name.”

And it came to pass that when the youngest brother had fulfilled this deed, the master asked of him “Where will thou goest?”  And the youngest son replied, “To live with my brothers upon what remains of their land.”  And the kind and generous master spoke softly and said, “ Know ye not that I am a king.  Come hither and liveth with me upon mine estate, for it is a kingdom to which there remain no heirs and I am yet well with age.”  “Let this be unto you, thine inheritance, for in acting with prudence and good judgment, shall ye be heir to mine estate and all the things of my kingdom.”  Yea, and the third son left the land of his brothers and returned to inherit the masters’ estate, and was himself a wise and generous steward in the house of his father’s King.

8-30-2010

Fluid Prayers

Fluid Prayers

I love you my son.  I saw you weeping today for my children who struggle to practice their belief openly and are beaten, persecuted and killed for my name's sake.  

You are righteous for your compassion and your tears are not in vain, my son, for I shall lift up all those who are persecuted for their faith in my son Jesus Christ.

My son, seeth thou thy fervent tears, and how they soaked the pillow where thy head layeth? Remeberest how thy frame hath quaked in thy tears?  I have heard thee and will deliver my people--for this you can be certain.

But Lo, be ye not dismayed at the tribulation of my children, for they shall have joy and peace everlasting and I shall comfort them and abide with them forever and ever.  

My son, save up thy tears and anoint they pillow and cry out for my children who have hardened their heart against me and mine elect.  Yea for those who persecute my son, yea the Redeemer of this world , still as even in the days of his death.  They are worthy of thy tears.  Pray thusly, my son, that even the fluid of thy compassion should soften the hearts of betrayal and disbelief. 

My son, learn ye this day the power of fluid prayer for as thy heart filleth up with righteous compassion, my will spilleth out into the world of men.  Pray ye therefore on this wise that ye should be jubilant and celebrate those who have found me.  Sing praise and gratitude for the oppressed and Hallelujah for those gathered in torment for my name's sake, that their fire shouldst welleth up in them and they be delivered by the rejoicing of the Holy Ghost who danceth within them.

But unto the hardened, yea unto the doubting, saveth ye thy tears for them, for tears of intent, my son, have special properties to heal and return my children unto me, even from afar.  Nay, shall I not turn my ear from the reverent and fluid prayer of my servants who abideth in me and serve me.  In this, my son, ye shall have covenant.  AMEN!

8-4-2016