The LORD thy God will raise up unto thee a Prophet from the midst of thee, of thy brethren, like unto me; unto him ye shall hearken.
Matthew 13:57-57 57 A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house. 58And he did not many mighty works there because of their unbelief.
1 Corinthhians 13:2 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
JESUS was beheld as nothing more than the son of a carpenter, in His own hometown: not because He had no love for the people, but because they had no love for Him. When Jesus returned to his hometown, He wanted, nothing more, than to share with them, the gifts, which had been bestowed upon Him. But, because the people rejected his love, by refusing to believe, they also, unwittingly, rejected the blessings. So often we want the blessing, but reject the message and the messenger. Scripture reveals to us that, Jesus’ hometown people, were, not only embarrassed and insulted by, what they thought to be, his disrespectful speech; they were so offended, that they accused him of being a false prophet, which is, in and of itself, demonic. So, Jesus left his hometown, without doing many miracles. It’s easy to look back on that generation, and shake our heads at their ignorance and folly (hind sight is 20/20). Yet, from generation to generation, we make the very same error in judgement, as did our forefathers.
It’s difficult when one’s assignment begins with, “. . .Tell My people about their transgressions.” Nobody wants to hear about their sins, especially from someone whose calling, they doubt, as they had with Jesus. But, when I consider the difficulty of affliction and torment, that Jesus endured, in fulfilling his assignment . . . I choose to openly reject man’s disapproval, in order to fulfill mine. Paul reassures me in 2 Corinthians 4:17 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory: and God reminds me in Hebrew 23:4 – “After all, you have not yet given your lives in your struggle against sin.”
I don’t want anything from man, for myself. God has repeatedly shown me that He can, and will, take anything, from anyone, at any time, and give it to me; if He so chooses; simply because everything belongs, it’s just on loan to us. And, woe to anyone who gets in His way. I only want that I fulfill the obligations of my assignment, as one His many servants, to point man in His direction. As with Jesus, unloving, does not dwell in the heart of a true prophet, it is always manifest in the heart of the unbeliever.
2 Peter 1:18-21 And this voice which came from heaven we heard, when we were with him in the holy mount. We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts: Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation. For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man: but holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost.
I suppose, I could have shared, with you, the many prophecies which God has brought to pass, through the dreams and visions, that He has given me. Long before I had become homeless, and longer still, before He had given me revelation of his true purpose for, the cumulation of the pieces, of those dreams and visions, He was already doing mighty works in my midst. But God, had not led me to divulge every detail, for we prophesy in part. I realized that it’s not about the persuasion of proof; but rather, through discernment, the faith to trust. Indeed, for as much as I have shared, through this platform, there is so much more, that I will never share, unless instructed by God. It is not my intention to be negative or a morbid; nor am I naïve in my belief, I understand that, not everyone, will receive. Even so, at the end of the day, I bear the cross of fulfilling the assignment which has been set before me. Therefore . . .
Predawn, Monday, October 16, 2017, a vision was given to me: I was on a bus along with a few other people, some were weeping, I could sense an empathetic type of fear and sorrow in them, not for themselves, but for those who sought access to the bus. Many fell along the streets in pursuit. Yet, in the midst of the chaos and carnage on the outside, passengers on the bus, were praying. The bus driver, wore a uniform reminiscent of those worn in the 60s, complete with hat. He was very particular about the stops that he made, which were few and far between, because at each stop, there were multitudes clamoring to get on board. Though it was noonday, darkness covered the earth because the sky was filled with, unmanned, miniature planes, bearing foreign emblems, which dropped bombs as far as eyes could see. While some of the bombs were exploding, many of them were simply emitting some type of fume, which caused those, outside of the bus, to become disoriented and debilitated, even unto death. There were bodies strewn out all over the streets, such that the driver had to navigate around them. I saw people of all walks of life: from a young healthy female, who had been jogging to an elder man feebly trying to make his way across the street, void of direction and disoriented, until finally falling on his walker. There was screaming and weeping all around, that grew to unbearable pitch each time the doors were opened. I was finally shaken awake, when I laid eyes on an infant, lying alone, in the streets.
When I awakened from that dream, I was exhausted and in tears, overcome with great sadness. I couldn’t understand why God would show this to me, when I was already beset with discouragement on every side, it seemed. Still, I did not question God, in anger, I instead, fell on my knees and asked for clarity and direction. Two weeks after this dream, a terrorist, using a truck, struck down cyclists on the streets of New York; in it’s aftermath, were bicycles strewn about the streets, a scene so starkly reminiscent of the scenes from my dream, that I could not ignore it. It was at this point, that I was led to embark on a 12-day fast. When the fast was over, God led me, through a peculiar turn of events, to Jeremiah 12, where He, not only, reaffirmed that He indeed answers our questions, as He had done so with Jeremiah; He also, in no uncertain terms, took me to task regarding the obligation of my calling. While, it is absolutely imperative that I deliver the prophecy; I would be both negligent and disobedient in not conveying God’s gracious and merciful protection provided in the safety of His arms, through a relationship with Christ Jesus. All He wants is what, rightfully belongs to him, OUR WHOLE HEARTS.
My payer for the coming year: May the LORD bless thee, and keep thee: The LORD make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: The LORD lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace. I ask God’s added, immeasurable, blessings, for ALL, whose music I have referenced during my journey. In JESUS name, I pray, Amen.
THANK YOU LORD FOR BRINGING US THROUGH 2017
I would rather that man disapprove, than God.
Footnote: The greatest edification to the church, is that sin be rooted out, thereof.
Matthew 13:57-57 57 A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house. 58And he did not many mighty works there because of their unbelief.
1 Corinthhians 13:2 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
JESUS was beheld as nothing more than the son of a carpenter, in His own hometown: not because He had no love for the people, but because they had no love for Him. When Jesus returned to his hometown, He wanted, nothing more, than to share with them, the gifts, which had been bestowed upon Him. But, because the people rejected his love, by refusing to believe, they also, unwittingly, rejected the blessings. So often we want the blessing, but reject the message and the messenger. Scripture reveals to us that, Jesus’ hometown people, were, not only embarrassed and insulted by, what they thought to be, his disrespectful speech; they were so offended, that they accused him of being a false prophet, which is, in and of itself, demonic. So, Jesus left his hometown, without doing many miracles. It’s easy to look back on that generation, and shake our heads at their ignorance and folly (hind sight is 20/20). Yet, from generation to generation, we make the very same error in judgement, as did our forefathers.
It’s difficult when one’s assignment begins with, “. . .Tell My people about their transgressions.” Nobody wants to hear about their sins, especially from someone whose calling, they doubt, as they had with Jesus. But, when I consider the difficulty of affliction and torment, that Jesus endured, in fulfilling his assignment . . . I choose to openly reject man’s disapproval, in order to fulfill mine. Paul reassures me in 2 Corinthians 4:17 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory: and God reminds me in Hebrew 23:4 – “After all, you have not yet given your lives in your struggle against sin.”
I don’t want anything from man, for myself. God has repeatedly shown me that He can, and will, take anything, from anyone, at any time, and give it to me; if He so chooses; simply because everything belongs, it’s just on loan to us. And, woe to anyone who gets in His way. I only want that I fulfill the obligations of my assignment, as one His many servants, to point man in His direction. As with Jesus, unloving, does not dwell in the heart of a true prophet, it is always manifest in the heart of the unbeliever.
2 Peter 1:18-21 And this voice which came from heaven we heard, when we were with him in the holy mount. We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts: Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation. For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man: but holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost.
I suppose, I could have shared, with you, the many prophecies which God has brought to pass, through the dreams and visions, that He has given me. Long before I had become homeless, and longer still, before He had given me revelation of his true purpose for, the cumulation of the pieces, of those dreams and visions, He was already doing mighty works in my midst. But God, had not led me to divulge every detail, for we prophesy in part. I realized that it’s not about the persuasion of proof; but rather, through discernment, the faith to trust. Indeed, for as much as I have shared, through this platform, there is so much more, that I will never share, unless instructed by God. It is not my intention to be negative or a morbid; nor am I naïve in my belief, I understand that, not everyone, will receive. Even so, at the end of the day, I bear the cross of fulfilling the assignment which has been set before me. Therefore . . .
Predawn, Monday, October 16, 2017, a vision was given to me: I was on a bus along with a few other people, some were weeping, I could sense an empathetic type of fear and sorrow in them, not for themselves, but for those who sought access to the bus. Many fell along the streets in pursuit. Yet, in the midst of the chaos and carnage on the outside, passengers on the bus, were praying. The bus driver, wore a uniform reminiscent of those worn in the 60s, complete with hat. He was very particular about the stops that he made, which were few and far between, because at each stop, there were multitudes clamoring to get on board. Though it was noonday, darkness covered the earth because the sky was filled with, unmanned, miniature planes, bearing foreign emblems, which dropped bombs as far as eyes could see. While some of the bombs were exploding, many of them were simply emitting some type of fume, which caused those, outside of the bus, to become disoriented and debilitated, even unto death. There were bodies strewn out all over the streets, such that the driver had to navigate around them. I saw people of all walks of life: from a young healthy female, who had been jogging to an elder man feebly trying to make his way across the street, void of direction and disoriented, until finally falling on his walker. There was screaming and weeping all around, that grew to unbearable pitch each time the doors were opened. I was finally shaken awake, when I laid eyes on an infant, lying alone, in the streets.
When I awakened from that dream, I was exhausted and in tears, overcome with great sadness. I couldn’t understand why God would show this to me, when I was already beset with discouragement on every side, it seemed. Still, I did not question God, in anger, I instead, fell on my knees and asked for clarity and direction. Two weeks after this dream, a terrorist, using a truck, struck down cyclists on the streets of New York; in it’s aftermath, were bicycles strewn about the streets, a scene so starkly reminiscent of the scenes from my dream, that I could not ignore it. It was at this point, that I was led to embark on a 12-day fast. When the fast was over, God led me, through a peculiar turn of events, to Jeremiah 12, where He, not only, reaffirmed that He indeed answers our questions, as He had done so with Jeremiah; He also, in no uncertain terms, took me to task regarding the obligation of my calling. While, it is absolutely imperative that I deliver the prophecy; I would be both negligent and disobedient in not conveying God’s gracious and merciful protection provided in the safety of His arms, through a relationship with Christ Jesus. All He wants is what, rightfully belongs to him, OUR WHOLE HEARTS.
My payer for the coming year: May the LORD bless thee, and keep thee: The LORD make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: The LORD lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace. I ask God’s added, immeasurable, blessings, for ALL, whose music I have referenced during my journey. In JESUS name, I pray, Amen.
THANK YOU LORD FOR BRINGING US THROUGH 2017
I would rather that man disapprove, than God.
Footnote: The greatest edification to the church, is that sin be rooted out, thereof.
