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Shadow of the Almighty IV

It had been a few years since that last experience, the magi, angels, Gaspar, a few bales of hay and a stall to bear a king in. Now we see Jesus, God and man, at the age of approaching adulthood, which in Hebrew culture is the age of 13. We pick up a few years  later from His birth.

“Joseph, how many are in your family.” Asked Mecana as they where walking up to Jerusalem for the yearly sacrifice. “Oh, just my wife and son.” Replied Joseph while pointed some yards back to Mary who was chatting with some other women. “Why?” “Well, I don’t know you that well, but you are the best carpentar and everyone knows it. And every time we go buy your place you have just all these kids laughing, playing and hanging around. Some of them even look like you.” Joseph laughed out loud. “No, Mecana those aren’t my kids. They just love the place and there’s enough to keep them busy.” “Plus I tell them stories, something they seem to thoroughly enjoy.” ” I suppose.” Said Mecana as together they crested one of the hills that seemed to never boast a top of reachable height. “You know, I make this trip every year.” Stated Mecana who after a few seconds pause resumed, “Every year I make sacrifice, and every year I am read to from the Prophets, letters those of Isaiah, with forth telling of the Immanuel.” “Joseph I am 57, I’m getting old, this trip is getting longer and still have I yet to see this King, this Redeemer who will take away all of my transgression, all of the need to sacrifice.” ” My existence on this earth bears no sign of a coming entity that will change the course of time forever. Doesn’t it strike you as odd?” Joseph didn’t really know what to say. He could see the scenario folding out in front of Him. Quickly he allowed himself to picture it. He saw himself telling his good friend that His son was the foretold fulfillment of prophecy and that an angel told him many things many times and such goes the list and that He was the Redeemer, that He was Immanuel. And at that moment Mecana would laugh so hard hiccups would follow and everyone would ask why Mecana was slowly dying, and Mecana would speak his disease to all and Joseph would be highly criticized. Not even to mention the trouble this would bring with the Sanhedrin council, if such word were to travel with accuracy to his name. Having thought of this in the space of two seconds he answered, ” To this day evidence has yet to be seen, in the world of the Christ, I would say tho, now would be a good time. Speaking of time, what time is it?” Said Joseph trying to push the cart in a new direction so to speak. Mecana obviously on a new course answered that it was just after the 2 hour. Joseph then took this opportunity to exit back to the line of women not far and discuss some things with Mary. While making his way back Joseph thought to himself, “Someone is going to find out, and when they do, it will not be an easy thing.”

Touching the Sceptor.

Most people are familiar with the book of Esther. Most people know of the ratio that was existent applied to her to be picked as the replacement of the queen. Most people are familiar with the plot against the race of Jewish lineage such as Queen Esther was as well in the line of. Most people know the phrase,” for such a time as this.” One of the things that people also know is that Esther was a Matriarch and a saving entity in her day. Most people don’t remember why. Those well versed in the Bible and its stories will recognize and pick up the small details, but the majority won’t.

Esther was an orphan girl who knew little of the world definition of wealth, happiness, and the fulfillment of life. She was a Jew from the tribe of Benjamin. So was David, Christ, Gideon, Saul. I mean come on! And I love this because God is so backwards. He’s the one who takes the people who everyone else deems unqualified.  Well, there was a king, who had a wife, the queen. This queen received a request by the king to come and perform in front of the honored guests that he was holding in the court. This was a 180 day party followed by a 7 day feast. A huge elaborate display of his power. But with immense power comes people who want you to die and your end to be near. The queen refused the request and was shown the door. Long story short, the country needed a queen. So one was to be picked. Now let me lay out for you the staff of the court. We have Haman,  King Xerxes, Queen Vashti and the servants of the High Court, Mehuman, Biztha, Harbona, Bigtha, Abagtha, Zethar and Carcas.

Chapter 2 starts out with an assination plot for the king by way of a piano dropped on his head by two french peas. ( Veggie Tale Flashback.) Mordecai, the uncle of Esther alerted the king of this plot and because of it the kings life was saved. However, Mordecai was never rewarded for this great and noble deed. This of course is where Haman comes into play. Haman had been promoted in the palace and much authority was given to him. In this palalce there was a personal historian and timer to the king. This entailed a very detailed account of what happened during the course of the day taken down and recorded. These where then read to the king upon his request. This particular time the hours where read of Mordecai and his saving the king, who then asked what was done for him, upon which the reply, nothing. So king Xerxes asks the historian,” Who is in the court?” Upon which the reply that Haman was in the Court. The Bible records it like this- ” When Haman entered, the king asked him, “What should be done for the man the king delights to honor?”
Now Haman thought to himself, “Who is there that the king would rather honor than me?”  So he answered the king, “For the man the king delights to honor,  have them bring a royal robe the king has worn and a horse the king has ridden, one with a royal crest placed on its head.  Then let the robe and horse be entrusted to one of the king’s most noble princes. Let them robe the man the king delights to honor, and lead him on the horse through the city streets, proclaiming before him, ‘This is what is done for the man the king delights to honor!” This all happens after Haman manages to get an edict for the death of all Jews because Mordecai would not bow in respect to his new position.

Though this story has some real nice plot and sequence to it, it isn’t about Mordecai, the king, or Haman. It is about Esther.

The high point of this story is that after preparing herself for a year, she would be ready to be seen of the King. But, the year wasn’t over.

Esther has the odacity to come before the king without having finished the preparation required to see him. She comes on behalf of the race to which she belongs that is about to be annialated. She comes and the phrase that she uses is priceless, ” if I perish, I perish.” She comes and after all the time that she has put in it, is willing to lay it all down and give it all up because it isn’t about her. This is so amazing to me, because I know that the mark of a true leader is not only the one who shows holiness, and walks in obedience and the presence of God, but they also that take the risk of their life all for the will of God, for the sake of the call of the kingdom. And the story goes that the king found favor and upon the touch of the sceptor, the first steps to the freedoms of many were restored and evil was done away with. The point I want to make here is that we miss the sceptor. Alot of the time we miss the very thing that lets us into the realm and presence of God. We bypass the doors and the sceptor and we go straight to the king, filthy, with issues and demanding. I would encourage you, get your act together, get cleaned up, make yourself ready, because if I’m not mistaken Christ is coming back for a pure bride and a glorious church.

Video Project

So this has been part of my day consumed- Video. Was pretty stoked to have some of my fam here as is always a real treat when they come down. However I’ve got a video close to coming out and thought I’d give you the tour. When I start creating a video I start it with this-  Blankness.

Progressively I start importing and categorizing the files that I want to use and the things I think might make this movie better, into this bin. After that things are distributed into the timeline to be edited and this process can range from an easy few hours to many days.

After this I then categaorize everything and get ready to split.

Next I split my viewing box to my second screen to maximize my availability and to finish out my movie.

Very soon my video is almost done and I start bring the stages into posts like these!

Oops I did it again…

It’s right, I did it. In around 5 hours. Finished this track, and put it our. Unfortunately it took 8 times to get published up on video. The good news is that it isn’t in HD so you can view it even with a relatively slow computer. This is where you need to go. Trust me if you are a hick, who likes dance, and has bass in his system you will love it.

If it were you?

This is the official page for CFAN, a ministry headed by Reinhard Bonnke. And I love it because the man is mightily used of God. I mean check this out.

Christ for ALL nations. I just really like the sound of that. Right now I’m following him on twitter and getting his tweets on my phone throughout the day is just incredible. You should follow him.

Shadow of the Almighty III

His name Shall be Called

“How are you feeling! That was a great question now, however that was five days ago. Five days ago she was ok, pregnant and fat, but ok. How am I feeling, well, considering I’m holding God, I’m rocking to sleep the Creator of the world, Fine.” At this Mary smiled to herself and thought about imagining other things that she would be doing that would violate all rules, and forms off nature known to everyone but herself. Who else gets to teach God how to walk, or speak, or teach him his law? How about even when she would need to take Him to Jerusalem and notice as he watched people making sacrifices and atoning their sins in front of their God a few feet distance. Maybe even the weirdest of all is when they would have too take all that they…..”And he shall be called, Wonderful, Cou…oh, and how is the stress of 14 hours!” Said Joseph trying very hard not to laugh and collapse on the floor in a spitting fit. Mary frowned. “Aww, come on I didn’t….” You have no idea.” Said Mary not even meeting his gaze. “Yeah but…” “Not even a clue.” Mary Interrupted. As Joseph opened his mouth Mary looked up and he very quickly closed it. At this the tiny form in the arms of the other tiny form started to wake up, however, unlike any other baby that she had ever seen, he didn’t so much as frown,ever. It took awhile each time to see this go around, but every time she came more to the reality instead of questioning it. It was like even in his incredibly vulnerable, small state, He knew what was going on. Even that He didn’t need to be told what was happening around Him. Silently Mary wondered if He could talk and chose not to. A baby choosing to not talk, this was too much. All of it was too much, why her? It absolutely amazed her about how God chose her to be the mother of a child when she had no experience with any other children of her own. Then it dawned on her, firstruits. Now it all made sense. Now she got it, but still, why this one, why her. Obviously, it was too late to pick someone else, and all of it was wearing her out, and she was tired already, in fact hadn’t she been up for like hours. 12 on a donkey, 14 in labor, and whatever else afterwards, so it was probably time to get sleep. Sleep, what a good idea, ideas, those are good things, things, things are….   “WOW!” “Well, have you got a time, or do you want to go at all?” At the apparently repeated question Mary decided that this would be a good time to pay attention to what Joseph was asking, “What, where?” said Mary very confused and entirely quilty. “Elizabeth’s, she asked you to come back as quickly as the baby was born.” “Yes, but I’m in far no condition to even consider making that trip again, right now. I’ll probably go, but I’ll have Him circumcised before I go anywhere, and we should do that here. This is His hometown. “Isn’t there some amount of time that we can tell her she should be expecting you for, you were there for 3 months! “There is so much to prepare for and to do that anything other than focus on the necessities would be of least importance.” added Mary. “Joseph, can we talk this over later, I’m absolutely done, I’m so tired….” “Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You know that Star is driving me crazy, it’s so beautiful, and there isn’t another like it that I have ever seen in my…” “Yes, we know.” Droned Melchior interrupting Gaspar for the 6th or 7th time. “We all have eyes, and senses that will be fine provided you don’t scrape them off of our bare anatomical beings!” “Gentlemen please!” said a rather impatient Balthasar, “What is this now, time 7 that we are going to do this monotonous pretentiously annoying jibber whilst I study?” “Oh, hail…king…patience!” Screamed Melchior as he assumed a fetal position causing Gaspar to almost wet his tunic. Balthasar groaned and turned the exact opposite direction so the fire could then bake the other side of him, and then proceeded to continue to study the star that had more or less redeemed Gaspar of all sense of the ability to think or reason for himself. The man had a great intelligence and most of the time would pick up on the smallest detail, remember history that only ancient manuscripts could prove right, and one of the greatest of his abilities- deduce the meaning of the stars themselves. The only downside to the man was that at any given moment in time, he would lose 30-35 years and become a babilling nonsensical kid showing no signs of studious ability but that of rather being confused, and carefree. Now, was definitely not the time for any of that,yet, they both, he and Melchoir, had been blessed with this sudden outburst of craziness, of the form and like they never saw anyone else exhibit. Balthasar started to pick up on the faint strains of another argument, releasing him from the comfort of his observation time, and having been pushed to the limit, he raised up on one hand and…”Wait.” He mumbled to himself and listened closer. Gaspar was getting himself back. “Is it not like the Star mentioned in the book of Isaiah and in many written books of ancient civilizations?” said Gaspar showing the familiar look he wore when thinking and recalling something that was jogging his mind. “Yes, I don’t remember a whole lot of the description of it, however it seems acurately close, what do you suppose it means?” Asked Melchior hoping that all the arguing was putting Gaspar back in reality. “That’s just it.” “It has no pattern, and the Star itself is so large that any mathematical algorithm cannot work, the source is to strong. Unless that is it, it cannot be understood because the source is too strong.” “That makes alot of sense.” Melchior sarcastically added. “Aren’t the colors so different? Each star has their own colors depending on their make-up and origin.” These colors I’ve never seen.” Looking up, Melchoir noticed it as well. How did he miss that? “See.” said Gaspar, “It has no strict color pattern, because it is all white light. And the purest form of it, for there are no breaks in the glow or beam.” “How is it possible?” said the now astonished Melchoir. Upon hearing this Belthasar decided to peek at it, through Gaspars perpective.  It was true, this light from this star didn’t fit any prototype of any of the heavenly bodies that they were well known for understanding. Rarely could they not deduce the meaning of any particular star, because as everyone noticed, there knowledge was extensive and there understanding great. “It’s so pretty!” “Gaspar?” Asked Melchior cautiously as he slowly lowered his eyes to the man who was losing it. Again. ” Can I have it?” Yeah sure. “What are you doing?” Whispered Belthasar very loudly. “He’ll actually try to get it you scrit!” Too late. For by this time Gaspar was trying to fly. “Oh no.” groaned Melchior as yet again Gaspar enjoyed himself in the sand, flapping like a bird trapped in a wine vat. “Oh no. Oh no.Oh no.Oh no.Oh no.” Said Gaspar in a high pitched voice while laughing and flapping around, jumping histerically and rolling in the sand. “Suppose I kick you?” suggested Balthasar to Melchior. “Do it.” said Melchior egging him on. “Your sixty years old and can hardly pick up your own spoon!”  “I’d rather follow that star.” Said Belthasar noticing the dare in Melchiors voice. “Do it.”….”Stop saying that your gonna get him…” “Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!” “I’m going.” “Where?” “To the end of that Star!” “Why?” At this Belthasar looked at Gaspar and stretched out his hand for added emphasis even where not needed. Nothing more was said, and as Melchoir put out the fire, they left, all three to follow the Star, wherever it went.