Christ 0006 ~ Jesus in the Temple

There’s a song by Joni Mitchell called Both Sides Now. She describes clouds, love, and life in romantic and melancholy fashion, only to conclude that what she has observed has been an  illusion, and she really doesn’t know what is true. There was a brief exchange between Pontius Pilot and Jesus Christ prior to the Crucifixion that I find interesting and it was also about the truth. Pilot imagined truth to be an illusion, and seemed dismissive. The Messiah asserted that  those who are “of the truth” would listen to His voice. I speculate that Christ was saying that those who are devoted to the pursuit of absolute truth,  no matter how limited their finite human perspective is, will find themselves in communication with the Anointed One. 

I have approached Jesus in many ways seeing both perfection and incomprehensible cruelty, and like Joni, I have come to the conclusion that I may not know Jesus at all. That it is only illusions I’ve  embraced all this time. Knowing this, I anticipate  meeting the Messiah in the Temple in Gardendale with both awe and hunger. I believe in the power of covenant making and look forward  to working out my Salvation with the author of my redemptive story. It seems I have waited my whole life for this personal meeting. There is a hope and a future in the House of God. 

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Christ 0005 ~ The Shrouded Jesus

Depression. It bleed me like a watermelon sized flee. It seems to have latched onto me in my early teens and it took four decades to diagnose and del with it because I could function for the most part. Social anxiety in an extrovert is a cruel twist of fate.

During the perpetuation of this black hole, I suffered three dark nights of the soul. I was assaulted in High School and my reaction to that event sent me to a dangerously antisocial stance. The Messiah came disguised and provided me an escape from myself. I joined the Air Force. I read the Bible from Genesis to Revelation just before I had decided to reject the faith of my parents. I felt it had left me weak and unable to manage life. That reading opened the door for many other valuable connections in a non-denominational church and a support network of Christians in the military. 

A second dark night of the soul ensued when I decided to drink to loosen up and activated my alcoholism. When I was assigned to Korea, my Roman holiday began. 

For that which I do, I know not. For what I would do, that do I not; but what I hate, that I do. ~ Romans 7:15

I secured a white-knuckle reprieve, left active service, went to college, and got married.

The third dark night came when my pre-born son died while we were assigned in Germany. This seemed to open the door for death of loved ones and marital dissolution. The alcoholism returned in force. 

In the midst of all this darkness, there seemed to be a caring entity that I could not find intimacy with, but cared for me in the shadows. For some reason I developed the idea that purging things from my life might get Jesus and I closer together. I was wrong and I regretted everything I burned or destroyed; vinyl records, hand-painted (by my Mother) statue of a native American, a journal, stories I wrote as a child, etc. I just felt there had to be something in me that repelled Christ. The self-hatred I cultivated in the depressive abyss I projected onto the Lord. 

I am better now with anxiety at normal levels. I have handled the recent death of my Father much better than I did my stepson or Mother. What will it be like between Jesus and I. He is the King of angels and is not at my beck and call. Nevertheless, I would like to express my gratitude.

Christ 0004 ~ The Bible Jesus of My Father

My Father was Jesus to me. He came into a heart-breaking family situation and married Mom, extricating her forever from an abusive husband. This was before I was born, but it was a legend I grew up with. The one time I saw my Father smile and his eyes wet with emotion was when he remembered waking up with Mom and seeing the little faces of her children peaking inside smiling. This, I could tell, was a precious memory to him. He loved them and her from beginning to end. Mom said she prayed for a man like my Father, and because there was none like him, God sent him. I truly believe he was sent by God.

In my teen years living in rural Alabama countryside, my Father excepted a call to the ministry – to the mission field among native Americans. I remember him announcing it in church. Then came the response from the missionary host; “we have enough missionaries, what we need is your money.” This pretty much ended our time in organized religion, although I do remember getting baptized and being excited about this new level of commitment to Christ, for a short time.  Dad conducted some services with our family out in the Talladega National Forest that surrounded us, but that did not last for very long. 

My Father’s faith was more cerebral than Mom’s. He had a Bible given to him by my older brother and sisters. It is a red leather bound New Scofield Reference edition and he loved it. He and I would talk of the cryptic Biblical prophesies and controversial teachings and interpretations of the time.  His mind, when he had the time and place to share it, drove me forward in my own studies. He was an intelligent man.

Once when I was considering a life of celibacy per  the words of the apostle Paul, my Father said, “Paul was a nut.” See, anything that stood in opposition to family or family building was subject to his quiet wrath  and derision. My Father said once in his later years, “Everything I have done, I’ve done for the family.”

Dad and I watched a movie about Lucky Luciano and the Godfather series. He talked of the secret pro-family strength that existed in the Cosa Nostra. One of the largest books I read was the Valachi Papers during this time. I would learn later that Dad’s Gospel of the Godfather was not an admiration for organized crime, but for doing  whatever had to be done for family; live, die, or kill. He would point out that God as Father killed many to protect a few, His few – those He saw as His family. 

My Father resented the capitalistic nature of the holidays and my Mother’s tendency to go overboard to ensure our Christmas was “magical.” It really taxed Dad’s accounting wizardry to dig us out of debt at the beginning of each year. My Father was often at war with debt but supportive of my Mother. This was the cross he carried, pulled between accounting law and family grace. It was the martyrdom he never turned from. 

In the absence of the actual Christ, my Father was relevant and real. His approval of the Messiah is what kept my own heart open to Him. But I can tell that he found the mission of Christ somewhat demeaning to humanity. The original sin doctrine was a lot of unnecessary guilt. I have inherited that questioning mind. I watched The Passion of the Christ with a friend last night in honor of Good Friday, and I found myself looking into the night’s full moon and asking, “Why? No really, why!?”

My Father makes sense to me. I’ll see you on the other side, Dad.

 

Christ 0003 ~ A Borrowed Rescuer Jesus

I met the magical rescuer through my Mother. She told stories of her struggles as a youth after her Father’s tragic alcoholic death and her later years as an isolated Mother. She related one instance, when she was working several jobs and got lost on a rainy evening trying to make it to a Tupperware party she was supposed to host. In exhausted frustration she pulled over and tearfully prayed to her Jesus, “Lord, you know how badly we need this. Please help me.” She lifted her head and saw that she was parked in front of the house she was trying to find and no clue how she got there. She told many other stories of this magical Jesus. I never personally met Him myself, but I figured that He only came in emergency situations like she often found herself in, before she married my Father. Nevertheless, I was often jealous of her experiences.

When I was about 7 years old, I was curious about the people I saw who would go up the aisles of the church I was visiting, tears streaming down their faces, to accept Jesus as their personal Savior. I remember asking my Mother about it, and in particular if I was saved. She told me that was a decision I had to make myself. I asked what I was having to decide. She said you have to ask for Jesus to be your personal Savior. I had heard the preacher talk about hell so I asked if I would go there. She said only if I didn’t have Jesus as my Savior.  I asked her why anyone would chose not to have Jesus save them from hell. She said, “I don’t know, some people don’t care.” This seemed strange to me, but the choice was pretty obvious. Still I thought maybe some of them didn’t chose Jesus because they were afraid of all those people watching them. 

I went forward when the preacher talked about this guy who put off making a decision and ended up in a car wreck and died. It was too late and the guy never imagined he had so little time. Not me! I went forward with little boy tears  streaming caused by guilt or fear of being in front of all those people, I don’t know. I could always find something to feel guilty about. I was saved and baptized and in the Baptist church, “once saved, always saved.” The deal was done. I had borrowed my Mother’s Jesus and lived out my childhood in safety from hellfire.

The rescuer Jesus faded in relevance as I aged, but the magical Jesus was reintroduced to me when my estranged sister came back into our lives. She had gone from the insanity of drug addiction to the empowering faith of the Charismatic church. I borrowed her magical Jesus and the most profound thing I picked up from this group was the idea that the Holy Spirit could help you hear the voice of God in day to day living. Some truly magical things happened for me in the beginning and the rescuer Jesus was an essential part of parenting.

Now the courage to create comes from my relationship with the Jesus of Loving Magic. I am grateful to my Mother and sister for their influence. I am most certainly grateful for the Spirit anytime It works in my life.

 

Christ 0002 ~ Christ in GOMU?

It has been a while since any of us have written. I have done some writing on the recovery blog, but nothing here. I have decided that on this Good Friday I would talk about my own perspective with the Christ. I have also privately challenged the other writers here to contribute a stand-alone tribute to the Anointed One. Come on guys, don’t leave me hanging.

There is a description of me in page 28 of the book Twelve Steps & Twelve Traditions:

Sometimes A.A. comes harder to those who have lost or rejected faith than to those who never had any faith at all, for they think they have tried faith and found it wanting. The have tried the way of faith and the way of no faith. Since both ways have proved bitterly disappointing they have concluded there is no place whatever for them to go. The roadblocks of indifference,  fancied self-sufficiency, prejudice, and defiance often prove more solid and formidable for these people than any erected by the unconvinced agnostic or even the militant  atheist. Religion says the existence of God can be proved; the agnostic says it can’t be proved; and the atheist claims proof of the non-existence of God. Obviously, the dilemma of the wanderer from faith is that of profound confusion. He thinks himself lost to the comfort of any conviction at all. He cannot attain even a small degree the assurance of the believer, the agnostic, or the atheist. He is the bewildered one.

I should say that this is my personal description when I first arrived in the 12 Step recovery program. I was encouraged toward willingness to believe and openness to where religious people get it right. In general I am universally open but at the same time, I have a simple and personal relationship with something that cares about me. I take responsibility for my own path, because I believe that all of us are pretty much guessing about the particulars of their Higher Power and I cannot expect them to answer my need to know. This is my job.

As to Jesus Christ, I tend to think he is there. Yet my mind is finite and limited by a localized perspective. The certainty I had in my youth is gone. I have also found it to be unnecessary. I would very much like to meet with him, but that does not seem possible at this time. Keep it simple. I guess then mine is the Simple Jesus, possibly hidden in the GOMU I have experienced in recovery.

Elect 0004 ~ White Shirts

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Mormon Origami Index Cards with message on back – Loved the Creativity

The knock on the door to my home jerked me from my routine of maintaining refuge. I opened the door to a couple of white shirts with ties and smiling faces sent from the Mormon Church. For some reason I was open and attracted to the prospect of discussing spiritual things. I arranged to meet them to protect the integrity of the refuge and to provide a comfortable setting for the missionaries to present their story. I was up front that the prospect of me becoming a Mormon was next to nil, but they assured me that it was not necessary that I join the church. The secondary goal of their meeting was to encourage spiritual development. We had the cards on the table and it was time to engage.

Our meetings were held at the local LDS (Latter Day Saints) church. I was given a tour of the church building on our first meeting. For the past three weeks I have attended their church services and every Sunday they partake of the communion with torn up loaf bread and water. I have come to see that this is pragmatic if you take of communion every Sunday. During the course of our private meetings I have seen many missionaries with two that are primary for contact with me. Many are from the American West but I did encounter a South African. I have enjoyed encountering so many different personalities.

I have read the synopsis material they have provided that asserts Joseph Smith a prophet tasked with restoring the Christian Gospel, and their particular take on the salvation message. I was also given a copy of the Book of Mormon and I will talk more of what that reading inspires a bit later on.

I am doing all this to follow the leading of my Gomu. My personology (See my about page) is able to endure and flex with new ideas. The Mormons do not hold to the trinity in doctrine, but in practice I have found that to matter little in daily living. There is the new discussion of a pre-Earth existence and their reality that we as spirit beings planned what we would endure and encounter here on Earth. I like the idea that has the potential to alter life perspective and encourage a relinquishment of the victim’s card in life. Our life is not just part of God’s plan, it is part of our own. How empowering is that!

Another new idea is that the Fall in the Garden of Eden as also part of God’s plan. Without going into great detail I find the overall three pillar plan to be quite resonant. It is resistant to the Roman plan of “In Hoc Signo Vinces.” I like the fact that this church was established in the wet cement period of American history and that it is useful in the perpetuation of the Revolutionary process ignited in this “promised land.”

 

Spirit 0004 ~ God as a Dove

Matthew 3:13-17 Amplified Bible (AMP)

13 Then Jesus came from Galilee to John at the Jordan [River], to be baptized by him. 14 But John tried to prevent Him [vigorously protesting], saying, “It is I who need to be baptized by You, and do You come to me?” 15 But Jesus replied to him, “Permit it just now; for this is the fitting way for us to fulfill all righteousness.” Then John permitted [it and baptized] Him. 16 After Jesus was baptized, He came up immediately out of the water; and behold, the heavens were opened, and he (John) saw the Spirit of God descending as a dove and lighting on Him (Jesus), 17 and behold, a voice from heaven said, “This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well-pleased and delighted!”

The Father speaks, the Son submits, and the Spirit appears as a dove, the feminine aspect of God. El Shaddai.

Christ 0001~ It is Better for You that I Go

My paraphrase of the Gospel of John, Chapter 16, verses 1 through 16:

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John 16

Verse 1

I told you these things so that you would not get blindsided when they come to pass.  I do not want the events that are coming to pass to undermine the faith that we have built together.

Verse 2

This is what is going to happen.  They will expel you from their established, mainstream religious organizations.  As time goes on, shunning you into religious exile will not be enough.  The deceptiveness of centralized religion will cause them to believe that killing you is an act of service to God.

Verse 3

In those times, you have to understand that your ability to directly communicate with the Infinite Father, and your continuation of my teachings that are so strange to them, will make them afraid.  They know religion.  They do not know the Father or me.

Verse 4

I have told you about these things before they actually occur, so that you would not see them as some failure in your connection with God.  I did not talk to you about this in the beginning, because I was right here with you to provide reassurance and guidance.

Verse 5

But the time has come for me to go to the One who sent me.  As you have become aware of this approaching reality, you are not seeking to learn more from me by asking me the obvious question, where am I going?

Verse 6

Instead, your minds are consumed with the sorrow of loss, because I am talking openly with you about my departure.  You see only death and not what is beyond.

Verse 7

However, I am being absolutely truthful with you when I tell you that is to your benefit that I go away, not your loss.  If I stay, then I will be in no place to open a portal between you and the great female aspect of God; She who is the great Comforter, Counselor, Advocate, Helper, the Mother Goddess, the Great Womb of the Universe.  When I go away, I will bring you in close relationship to Her.

Verse 8

And whenever She manifests Herself through you or others, She will work to teach all humanity about the sickness of sin caused by the human death intoxication; the empowerment of being true to yourself, that is your righteousness, the key to your immortality; and about judgment, the ability to vanquish illusion and distinguish the eternal.

Verse 9

It will be necessary for Her to focus in on sin sickness, because the religious kingdoms do not trust my teachings and will screw them up in order to insure their priestly thrones keep a place of dominance in society.

Verse 10

She will also teach about righteousness, because I have overcome death and take up residence outside this world of illusion.  I am the first example of the transformative power of my teachings, and she will show individuals how to do the same.  She will lead you into all truth in my absence.

Verse 11

She will teach mankind to embrace judgment by demonstrating the illusion of this current existence, because the spirit-ruler She used to maintain this holographic universe has completed his mission, and the usefulness of the power structure of tyranny has come to an end.

Verse 12

I have so many things I still need to teach you, but you simply are not ready to hear me now.  The lessons I have given you are still incomplete, because of your untransformed nature.

Verse 13

But when She, the Spirit of Truth comes, She will carefully guide you into the necessary all-Truth transformation.  What She has to give is not a new doctrine, but a training to hear the voice of the Infinite Father for yourselves.  She will show you how this is to unfold within you and what She reveals will be specific to you.

Verse 14

She will honor and glorify Me helping you to truly see My manifested form, because She will transfer what I have achieved and put it into you, so that it will no longer be a mystery, as it is now.

Verse 15

Let me see if I can help you understand the significance of what I am telling you.  All the infinite existence that is within the Father is within Me.  She will persistently work to duplicate this manifested eternal infinity that I have achieved and put it into you.

Verse 16

In a little while you will no longer see me as mortal flesh, for I am about to take a form that is beyond this life, and then you will truly see Me.  Maybe all of what I am telling you will make more sense then.

Elect 0002 – EVANGELICAL TEST – To Know What Spirit You are as the Elect

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Luke 9

50 And Jesus said to him, Do not ye forbid, for he that is not against us, is for us. 

51 And it was done, when the days of his taking up were fulfilled, he set fast his face, to go to Jerusalem, 

52 and sent messengers before his sight. And they went, and entered into a city of Samaritans, to make ready to him. 

53 And they received not him, for the face of him was going into Jerusalem

54 And when James and John, his disciples, saw, they said, Lord, wilt thou that we say [wilt thou that we ask], that fire come down from heaven, and waste them, [as Elias did]? 

55 And he turned, and blamed them, and said, Ye know not, whose spirits ye be;

56 for man’s Son came not to destroy men’s souls [to lose men’s souls], but to save [them]. And they went into another castle.

~ Wycliffe Bible

The disciples, James and John, wanted to consume a village in the fire of God.  They had scriptural precedent of Elijah doing the same thing.  It seemed an appropriate response to the rejection of a King, particularly since this was a village of Samaritans, who were the seed of Jew and Gentile inbreeding.  It was how things were handled in the day of unbridled masculine energy.

So, what Spirit did Jesus want them to know was their source.  Wasn’t the Female aspect of God, with a focus of saving and fulfilling individual souls?  The masculine has its place, but the Christ was introducing feminine deity energy.

 

Acts 21 

10 After we had been there a number of days, a prophet named Agabus came down from Judea. 11 Coming over to us, he took Paul’s belt, tied his own hands and feet with it and said, “The Holy Spirit says, ‘In this way the Jewish leaders in Jerusalem will bind the owner of this belt and will hand him over to the Gentiles.’”

12 When we heard this, we and the people there pleaded with Paul not to go up to Jerusalem. 13 Then Paul answered, “Why are you weeping and breaking my heart? I am ready not only to be bound, but also to die in Jerusalem for the name of the Lord Jesus.” 14 When he would not be dissuaded, we gave up and said, “The Lord’s will be done.”

 

Paul was given a prophesy that changed nothing for him.  He ignored what could have been interpreted as a warning.  He was tested by the Word of the Spirit.  Is a test designed to reveal to God what is in one’s heart?  No.  It is designed to demonstrate to the heart’s owner what is truly lodged deep within.  The beautiful epistle of Philippians was written as an end result of Paul’s disregard for this prophecy.

 

Matthew 15

21 Leaving that place, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. 

 22 A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is demon-possessed and suffering terribly.” 

23 Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.” 

24 He answered, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.” 

25 The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said. 

26 He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” 

27 “Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.” 

28 Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed at that moment.

The Christ ignored the woman.  But she would not leave.  When her persistence finally forced an audience with Jesus, he insults this desperate mother with ethnic slurs.  She wore the insult and approached him as a begging dog.  She corrected the Christ that even dogs get scraps from the Master’s table.  Her desperation, her disregard for the insulting assertions of Christ, her willingness to lay herself bare and offer her mother’s love as supreme to religious propriety gained her public acclaim for her faith and the supernatural intervention of God for her daughter.

We can conclude that Christ was testing her to show to herself and his own followers what was in her heart, the value and power of it.  We can also conclude that the correct answer was not, “yes, Lord, your will be done.”

In light of this tendency of God to test in this manner, could it be that the Mother God tests us to see if we are at peace with being Children of Thunder, unaware what Spirit we are of, giving our blessing to the unending damnation and torment of most of humanity in a Lake of Fire.

I, for one, believe that he truly did come to embrace and empower individuals, to save the world.  I believe that he will be successful through the work of the feminine aspect of God and our devotion to this, the Holy Spirit.

Word 0001 ~ Walking on Water

 

This is one of my favorite stories in the New Testament of the Bible. It is taken from the Gospel according to Matthew in Chapter 14. It is magical and full of significance. I’ll tell it in my own words and then tell you why I find it particularly important.

Earlier Jesus got the news that his cousin, John the Baptist, had been beheaded. John’s disciples had buried their teacher and then told Jesus. The “one crying in the wilderness” had prepared the way for the arrival of the Messiah and now his mission was complete.

The killing of the messenger meant that it would not be long before religious authorities set their sight on the living Message Himself. Jesus gazed at His own disciples and the crowd. Will they be ready for that time? Is it possible that these men He has chosen will understand and believe? Will their embryonic faith sprout  into the transformation of humanity as a new immortal creation? Will their eyes be opened soon enough for Him to escape the cross? He needed space and time to Himself, and so he got into a boat and left the disciples to tend to the crowds. He had a secluded area in mind, a place to be truly alone and separate Himself. There He would pray and seek inspiration from the ministering of the Spirit of God.

But as He approached the shore, He saw that word of mouth had pulled a crowd from surrounding cities and Jesus’ only time alone had been on the crossing in the Sea of Galilee. Yet He saw the desperation in their faces for the manifestation of true spiritual power. So He carried on His practice of healing the sick among them. His compassion for them drove Him into the evening, and the disciples worried that the compulsion of Christ to reach out to the crowd had blinded Him to the very pragmatic concern of such a large crowd so far from their homes. It was quite possible that many would succumb to the deprivation of food and water in such an isolated place.

The disciples caught His attention and implored Jesus to send the crowd home.

Jesus looked at them all, knowing that these miracles demonstrated the reality of a power greater than any mortal possessed. It was not enough, because they could not envision this command of spiritual energy coming from their own connection with God. There was still so much fear of being left alone.

Jesus decided to change strategies. “There is no need for them to go away. You feed them.”

They looked at Him dumbly. Shocked. They had been put on the spot, so they took charge and took some food offered by a nearby young boy. Five loaves and two fish for thousands of people. The mortal mind knew this was inadequate.

“Give them to Me.” Then He had the crowd sit on the grass, teaching them to calm their fears. He looked up toward the Infinity of space, connecting to His source, to God.

I imagine His hungry and silent plea was something along the lines of “Please watch and understand, My disciples.”

He took the food and handed it to them and these disciples handed out meals without losing substance. After all was said and done, those thousands of people were filled and the disciples recovered 12 baskets full, one for each of them.

How did these twelve men reconcile this impossible occurrence? They chalked it up to mean that Jesus was a very special Jew with an amazing connection with God, possibly even the Anointed One who is to come. Their hearts were hardened to the reality that this miracle was performed through them and not specifically by Christ. He wanted them to see the impossible flowing from their own hands. They did not.

So He immediately sent them to cross the Sea of Galilee and He would catch up with them later. He was really in need of that solitary place by now. The crowds gone. The disciples set to task. He went up into the mountain to embrace the Alone God. He gazed out over the waters and watched the struggling disciples working against some strong winds. The Christ continued in His connection with the ministering Spirit of God, His heart heavy with the vision of a coming storm and struggling followers. “How can I reveal to them the power of their own connection to You, Father?” A quiet voice whispers, “Go to them. Be with them now.”

Jesus rose from His repose empowered by this small voice He trusted deeply. It was sometime after three in the morning as he came to the shore and stepped out on the water. The energy of His spirit overrode the vulnerability of His flesh. He moved onto the water guided by his love for these twelve men.

It was dark out and the disciples were tense and tired of fighting the winds. Then they saw a figure walking across the water toward them, and they panicked and struggled harder to escape this phantom spirit approaching them.  They feared something from the sea might rise to swallow them up, so alone, so scared. They screamed “It is a ghost!”

“Take courage, don’t be afraid. It is I! Do not be afraid!”

Then something happened that caused Jesus to pause. “Could it be . . .?”

Peter had called out to Him and shouted, “Lord, if it is really You, command me to come to You on the water.”

“Could it be that he will believe. . .?” Jesus eagerly responds, “Come!”

Peter stepped out of the boat and onto the water. He began walking toward a smiling Jesus. “Yes, he is changing, he is . . . ”

But Peter’s fear took him as the wind blew and he began to sink. The descent caused the panic to explode into a scream, “Lord, save me!”

Immediately Jesus reached out and grabbed Peter, and said in utter disappointment, “Oh you of little faith, why did you allow yourself to be pulled into two directions.” Peter was rescued and Jesus entered the boat. The wind stopped and the disciplines exclaimed, “Truly You are the Son of God.”

Jesus looked at the wet man still glowing before His eyes and whispered, “Almost there. So close.”

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The significance of this story for me personally relates back to something I experienced as a very young man several decades ago. The experience I believe was from the Alone God, the ministering Spirit of the Separated. It planted a message in my heart that I would see the spiritual maturing of an entire generation of youth transformed into water-walkers. May you rise, little eaglets. I long to see the day of your flight.