the year of His Grace.
Papa dropped this Scripture on me up here in the mountains, as i sought solitude + silence. yet what i ended up finding was The powerful Presence of God Almighty.
my heart can hardly contain what all The Spirit has revealed to my soul. whispers of what-will-be— the restoration of order. the righting of wrongs. the take-down of those who hide their wickedness behind false words of self-aggrandizement, captivating the minds of those around with their forked-tongued-lies.
i’m not talking politics or religion. i’m talking about community + people. i’m talking about the personal dynamics that we all have been made to accept as the norm in our workplaces, our social environments, our comings-and-goings. i’m talking about the lie that the rude, seemingly-impervious-to-consequence, deceitful beings have more clout + more power than the patient, kind, + True souls in this world.
The Truth has come to set us all Free.
+ i don’t know about you— but i sure could use a little more Justice + Goodness + Freedom in my Life. ‘just want it coming from the Eternal Source. not some flawed human-derived system of quantifying one being’s worth over another.
for those of you who are asleep, we are still bound to an indentured slave economy. we just put prettier labels on it these days. no one likes the word, “slave.”
as for me? i’m pushing back. i’m claiming my inheritance as a Child of God. i’m rebelling against the status quo. i’m going further to share a revolution of mindthink that boldly proclaims— we were Created for abundant Life.
not enslavement to the ideals of experts, leaders, politicians, or priests.
Free means all-the-way-Free.
‘tired of money pushers + whiny ingrates who suck the Beauty of the everyday whimsy from every room they shove their pompous asses to the front of.
‘tired of watching the wicked-hearted rise to success while the meek + broken get pushed down + trampled, face-down, in the mud.
‘tired of the injustice of “social equality” putting a gag-order on the privilege of healthy dialogue + community growth.
‘tired of being shoved out of rooms with others because we haven’t paid our dues— we are consistently told: “you’ll never belong here,” by those who wave the neon banner of inclusion.
‘tired of the heaviness that comes with such lack of reverence to the Natural Order of Goodness, Beauty, + Truth.
‘tired of everyone pretending like everything is okay, when most beings i encounter are barely holding on by a string.
here is The Message to You:
(i suggest you stand up + read this aloud to yourself + the atmosphere around you.)
Announce Freedom to All Captives
61 1-7 The Spirit of God, the Master, is on me
because God anointed me.
He sent me to preach good news to the poor,
heal the heartbroken,
Announce freedom to all captives,
pardon all prisoners.
God sent me to announce the year of his grace—
a celebration of God’s destruction of our enemies—
and to comfort all who mourn,
To care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion,
give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes,
Messages of joy instead of news of doom,
a praising heart instead of a languid spirit.
Rename them “Oaks of Righteousness”
planted by God to display his glory.
They’ll rebuild the old ruins,
raise a new city out of the wreckage.
They’ll start over on the ruined cities,
take the rubble left behind and make it new.
You’ll hire outsiders to herd your flocks
and foreigners to work your fields,
But you’ll have the title “Priests of God,”
honored as ministers of our God.
You’ll feast on the bounty of nations,
you’ll bask in their glory.
Because you got a double dose of trouble
and more than your share of contempt,
Your inheritance in the land will be doubled
and your joy go on forever.
8-9 “Because I, God, love fair dealing
and hate thievery and crime,
I’ll pay your wages on time and in full,
and establish my eternal covenant with you.
Your descendants will become well-known all over.
Your children in foreign countries
Will be recognized at once
as the people I have blessed.”
10-11 I will sing for joy in God,
explode in praise from deep in my soul!
He dressed me up in a suit of salvation,
he outfitted me in a robe of righteousness,
As a bridegroom who puts on a tuxedo
and a bride a jeweled tiara.
For as the earth bursts with spring wildflowers,
and as a garden cascades with blossoms,
So the Master, God, brings righteousness into full bloom
and puts praise on display before the nations.
. . .
Righteousness is here! the setting-right of wrongs + the extravagant Freedom from generational wickedness.
so join forces with Love— it’s the Only Way.
here’s to what will be— + to The One Who holds The Word of Truth,
Yahweh, King of Glory. Jesus, Prince of Peace. set us Free in Your radical Truth. open our eyes to your Flawless Love. shatter the lies. expose the wicked. mend the broken. heal the souls.
Papa. God.
You are so good.