I return home a stranger in enemy territory, feeling more like an outsider on a mission than a member of the community that resides in this land inhabited by foreigners. My home is not of this earth.
The wild west has captivated my heart and filled me with renewed sense of purpose. At 30, my public ministry begins. My mission made clear.
At 12 thousand feet and mountains in the landscape as far as the eye can see, one realizes the beauty of God’s creation is also in the most desolate and disparaging places on earth. Each and every person has at least 7 times as many mountains within themselves that are 77 times taller than the tallest mountain on earth.
And these are the creature’s that the evil ones desire to enslave, to control what they did not create and bend to their own will God’s gift of freedom to love. What avarice ! What pride !
They who bend the will of their neighbor, not in upbuilding community for the sake of love, but in service to themselves for the purposes of money or self-preservation, to bend the will of their neighbor not to God’s will but to themselves, these evil ones consume their neighbor like a cannable, who pours hot coals on their own head so that they themselves will be cooked for wickedness that consumes itself.
Desire not the ways of the wicked. They boast not realizing that they flaunt the devil’s shit.
Let your feet be washed in the blood of Christ and walk the earth in The Spirit as one who will rise from death to dwell in the mansion of a heavenly land. Return from begging for the devil’s waste that is fed to his pigs and in all humility approach The Father. And you who dwell in His home welcome every man whose feet our weary from living out Abel’s curse for murdering his brother. Wash his feet in the blood of Christ and add oil to his lamp that he can see in darkness and re-enter the world to light the way home for others.
All will see Christ returning on the clouds. Satan wants to enslave his servants permanently and is trying to do so in capturing sovereignty over their identity. Moses led our father’s fathers from slavery, into the desert of freedom where faith plants the seeds for meadows and wills mountains into mansions, where clouds of hope rain tears on fertile soil of love. Our father’s fathers who followed Moses missed the trash their slavers allowed them to feed on until the winds of faith blew their clouds of hope allowing tears to fall in the land of love.
Embrace the dessert of the solitude in the wild to see the freedom and dignity bestowed upon you, a prince of the King’s court. Learn here to have faith. Train your ears to hear and your eyes to see. Then the climb to summit all your mountains will be made clear. The trip is long, the path often difficult, but each step before you will be within the Lord’s magnificent creation, wild and free.
The Lamp Stand 