Those who have a living relationship with Yahuah through the salvation of Yahusha and the indwelling of the Spirit of Yahuah know that mankind has an expiration date on the earth.
Dan 12:7 And I heard the man clothed in linen, who was on the waters of the river, when he held up his right and his left hand to the heavens and swore by Him who lives forever, that it shall be for a time, times, and a half. And when they have made an end of scattering the power of the holy people, all these things shall be finished.
When the power of the holy people is finally broken, then the end shall come.
Your power. My power. Our power through Yahuah will be broken. Many of us will be here, because the breaking of the power of the holy people would not be necessary if we were gone from the earth. It is “they” who break us. The wicked, who practice doing that which is wicked.
Yet not a bird falls to the ground dead save that it be within the will of Yahuah. Nothing happens that happens that is outside His will. He allows evil to come against the righteous. It rains on the just and upon the unjust alike.
Nonetheless, I am sad. Every day of my life I fight this pervasive, omnipresent sadness. My soul grieves and I live my life in masked despair over the prevalence of wickedness and the growing dominion of the shatan over the whole of the earth.
But there is glory, both here and in the next world. The glory is to stand in faith, in belief proven by obedience to the instructions of Yahuah. Life everlasting with HIM, and He keeps His promises. We WILL be with Him, and we WILL count our sorrows on earth as nothing. We will wish we had endured more for His names sake when we look upon His radiant glory in paradise.
You were not created to live on earth, but to live in heaven. Our human lives are little more than devices to strain out the chaff from the wheat. We inhabit a biological machine and are so perfectly integrated into this machine that we consider ourselves one with it.
Yet we are not one with our highly engineered biological body. We are as separate from our bodies as east is from the west, as night is from day. We are spiritual beings, not yet celestial as the messengers are, but our day comes. This earth is not the end of our story, rather it is the beginning of an eternal life. A living entity; a spirit being in the sealed enclosure Yahuah created for us to inhabit.
We who are His are eternal beings already, and we hate the world as the world hates us. We are strangers here. We do not belong and we feel our alienation every day of our lives. We yearn for freedom from this place, and we know that there is work to do.
I do know that the ways of the world will continue to expand wickedly. Life on earth will never better than it is this day, and tomorrow will be the next best day, and so on, each day growing increasingly wicked as the political rulers succumb to the greed and power of the shatan. Ordinary people will be overcome by hate. Everyone will exist on the edge of the knife, all afraid of making a misstep which cuts them to pieces.
Yet there is no particular respite from all this even if one heads for the mountains, or the deserts. Hatred will still prevail. Contact with people will only disappoint, and isolation will only waste the time Yahuah has given us. We want to avoid being the “one talent” servant 🙂
Lets talk about Yahuah.
When I think of Heaven, I see a place. There is a place there where Yahuah resides on His throne. The place is like a room of immeasurable proportions, with a river running from His throne. The river is not of Amazonian proportions, but is only perhaps 30 yards wide. The river water is alive. There is life in it and it is life. This living water is clear as the most optically perfect glass, and it tumbles smoothly over itself, like its in a hurry to get to a party. Joy flows through this river. Gold lines the banks like sand lines the shores of the sea. There are creatures like sea creatures, unknown by type, flowing with the river. There is a path across the river, a way to walk across, but it is not a bridge. I cannot see it, but it has always been there.
The space of Yahuah is immense, as high as the sky and as wide as the horizon. In the intermediate distance are homes. Not homes like we know, but different. Big. One room I see and have seen for decades is like glass, but not glass. A huge window that stretches from the ceiling to the floor and from wall to wall, maybe 20 feet tall and 30 feet wide. No screen. No door. Open space with a sheer curtain or drape, waving gently in the breeze. The ambient air temperature is perfect. Perfect. The air is ideal in every way. The lighting everywhere is so satisfying. There is illumination where light is best, and shade and shadow where those are best. Comforting. The illumination is comforting, and whatever must be seen is clearly seen by the viewer.
Standing in this window, looking out toward the brilliance of Yahuah on His throne is Yahusha. He stands comfortably, smiling as only one who knows peace can smile. It is finished, and He kept everyone His Father gave Him.
In the distance, but within the space of Yahuah, is Yahuah on His throne. No one can see Him, so bright is His radiance. Far brighter than the sun, white light as pure as only Yahuah can purify, He shines with no flaw. He is perfect by His own perfect standard. He loves us. We are so important to Him, and as inferior to Him as … there is nothing to compare. He is infinite. He circles back unto Himself, only to do so again, infinitely. As human lives, we only have the most basic, simple understanding of “perfect”. His perfection is a level that we will only understand when we are with Him.
He is pleased that we are with Him. And we are ALL there with Him. We stand before Him, countless radiant faces, all known, and all known by one another. We know who we are. We know where we were, and we know why we are before Him.
We sing. We sing the same song, in perfect harmony. 100’s of millions of perfect voices in perfect timing and we are loud. Oh, glory. Thundering praise such as time and space have never known. It is the song of victory. And Yahuah sings with us. We are home, and we are one.
Originally posted on October 24, 2019 @ 11:43 am