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An Urgent Call to Wake Up

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I’ve seen some pretty intense pictures the past few weeks. Perhaps you have as well.

A man’s legs are sticking out of the rubble. His entire upper body is buried.

Another picture shows a woman, belly to the floor, with one hand reaching out for her child who is a few feet away. Both are dead.

A picture from the slaughter in the middle east made me put my hand up to the screen to block its image, the sight of it was so gruesome, but it’s still there in my head. Bodies.. bodies everywhere. Women, children, babies, men. Blood and knives and slit throats.

Nepal, Syria, Iraq, Crimea, Israel, Ferguson, Baltimore, Chile, Gaza. The list is unending.

And now factor in the devastations that are not on a national level: a woman raped on a college campus, a man murdered out of revenge, a father who tells his boy that he is good for nothing, a little girl bullied so much that she’s scared to go to school.

Can the world bear this much pain? Will the earth literally hold up under so much evil? I don’t think it will. She is a ticking time bomb with a fixed day marked “finished” or possibly “going under some serious reconstruction.” He’s told us that.

“’Tell us… what will be the sign of Your coming and of the end of the age?’ And Jesus answered and said to them, ‘… For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. And there will be famines, pestilences, and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of sorrows. Then they will deliver you up to tribulation and kill you, and you will be hated by all nations for My name’s sake. And then many will be offended, will betray one another, and will hate one another. Then many false prophets will rise up and deceive many. And because lawlessness will abound, the love of many will grow cold. But he who endures to the end shall be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in all the world as a witness to all the nations, and then the end will come… the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken… Therefore you also be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.’” taken from Matthew 24

Please read that. Read that slowly and think about it. Do you believe it?

Do you really believe it? You don’t have to answer out loud, but answer yourself honestly.

I believe it. I believe we are seeing it.

I believe people before us were seeing it and our children will see it too. That’s the thing with labor: once it’s underway, there isn’t any stopping it. Yes, there are breaks in between contractions but don’t let the momentary calm fool you; labor is still in process. We are always one day, one year, one decade closer to the coming of the King and the unbelievable amount of chaos, pain and suffering should be a constant reminder.

While reading two news articles this week about two completely different events, someone described the situation to the reporter as “the end of the world.” And wouldn’t those be accurate words for anyone living those experiences?

Put yourself in one of the cages that ISIS has set aside for Christians. Imagine the chaos of mass murder in your hometown.

Imagine the collapse of your entire city, everyone helplessly trying to run away while the ground beneath swayed back and forth. For many, that was the end. A sudden unexpected end.

And here I sit at home, tied to chaos only through wireless connections.

While many are trying to find their loved ones, hoping to find something other than a smashed body, my loved one just asked me to jump on the tramp.

“Ah, but Lord, how do I do this? What can I do?”

Pray.

Pray for those who are experiencing immense pain and loss. Pray for comfort for the hurting.

And then something unexpected: pray for those here. Pray for those whose spiritual lives may be hurting even while they are surrounded in comfort. Pray for those whose pain and loss are not as noticeable. Peace, love, close relationship with Him… these losses are costly. Pray for myself! Humility, grace, forgiveness, love, discernment, faithfulness.. I need all these things and more to fight this fight.

At a family dinner someone said, “The people going through these horrible situations are feeling the urgency!” Spiritually speaking, there is blessing in that.

I want that urgency. We need that urgency.

“Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” James 4:14

Vanishing mists.

It’s easy to forget that while we live in fullness and luxury. Amid the hustle and bustle of everyday life and goals that we sacrifice our time to accomplish, do we ever consider that we are all just a bunch of bottled up mists that are slowly vanishing?

Morbid thoughts I know. But the reality of death always seems to awaken life. You do not even know what will happen tomorrow. Seize the day at hand. More than that, grab a hold of God. Grab hold of truth, right now when you can soak it in and not be killed for it. Grab hold of life in raw form: the breath of God breathed into your spirit. Your spirit will never die. This is life!

When horrible things happen in the world, a common argument arises: if there is a God, why does He let this happen? Where is His protection?

We are so earthly minded aren’t we? Physical, physical. We can hardly wrap our heads around a different realm. If it’s a blessing, we expect it physically. If it’s provision, we expect it physically. If it’s peace or protection, we expect it physically. But this just isn’t the way it always works!

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world!” John 16:33

Jesus Christ, Yeshua the Messiah, has lifted us high upon a rock. There is nothing to fear here! Our hearts are provided for with everything they could possibly need and more. Our spirits (again, the raw essence and very definition of our lives) are protected with a peace that can withstand any hardship. Through the ability to forgive, we do not need to fear being offended. Through the ability to acknowledge life for what it is, we do not need to fear losing it. We can’t lose it.

It’s only after we spend all of our time chasing everything that isn’t lasting that we lose sight of what it is all about. This is where we run the risk. We, who have all we need. We, who are always out to make more. We, who do not struggle with threats of earthquakes, volcanos, and ISIS massacres. Our lives are seemingly not at risk and yet they are. May these labor pains wash a wave of urgency over the entire Body of Christ!

May we join hands as Believers around the world to pray. Pray for those who are being led to slaughter. Pray for those who have just lost everything and will spend the next few years trying to rebuild. Pray for those who have lost children, parents, siblings, friends, and do not even have a body to bury. Pray for those in your own circles of influence, that our eyes could be opened to the importance of life and that every decision, action, and word said would be filtered with that understanding.

Certainly, greater is He who is in us than he who is in this world. Live this truth!

I really appreciate this short video by Pastor David Wilkerson called “A Call to Anguish.”

It’s only seven and a half minutes long. May our hearts be moved to anguish over so much that is going on in the world.

Love,

aubrie

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To the mamas and the papas: we labor now.

The big purple fitness ball somehow bounced its way up the stairs today. There she was, all round and inviting. “Sit on me. Just sit on me.” I gave her a sideways glance through squinted eyes as if the less I saw, the less my pelvis would groan.

“Uh-uh girl. I ain’t falling for that. You may look fun and bouncy but I know the real you.”

There is a reason I store it in the basement, behind the couch and under the carpet. I purchased that ball about four years ago. Birthing ball is what they call it. “It helps.” Someone told me that. I don’t know if it was a lady at Target or a customer review on Amazon, but I’d like to speak with them.

After 27 hours of bouncing around the house on that stinking ball, thinking “perhaps if I just get a little more air, a little more momentum, this baby will come flying out,” I gave up. (Sarcasm there. I don’t think it was physically possible for my 40 week pregnant body to reach any elevation above the ground. If anything I was concerned that the ball was looking completely flat.) I kicked that ball to the corner with all the energy a laboring woman has left and made a mental note to write a review. “Ball does not work.”

But after two hours of pushing there he was. “It’s a boy!”

I tried to smile. (Again, with all the energy a laboring woman has left. My smile shows about two of my front teeth and half of one eye open. Thankfully every strand of hair made it to the front of my head for the photo shoot.)

A boy. I have a boy.

I gathered all 11 pounds and 2 ounces of him up in my arms and marveled.

Four years later to the day, somehow that ball made it up the stairs. And that same little boy that I was working so hard to deliver was sitting on top of it, his feet nearly touching the ground on either side, with a mischievous smile spread across his cheeks. His eyes said it all. “Look what I found! Look at this cool purple ball.”

“Oh wow! Look at that cool purple ball!” I said ventriloquist style. Smile in place, teeth clenched.

But as I sat there looking at him, my mouth softened. My goodness what a gift he is!

Labor. OUCH! Hard. Work.

That ball reminds me of labor every time I look at it, but now look who’s sitting on top of it. That labor was so incredibly worth it.

It has me thinking of a labor that I am still currently in. It is far less painful, a thousand times more enjoyable, and a lot longer than the labor of traditional childbirth, but it is still a labor of a childbirth.

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It is in these moments that come along as often as one minute builds on the last. Tick, tick, tick, tock. Suddenly he’s sitting up, then using his chubby legs to scoot around, then tall enough to reach the top of the table with his curious fist.

Soon he’s running and climbing and falling. The tears flow easily, the hugs come naturally, the kisses make it all better.

But days turn to nights and weeks turn to months and before you know it, toddler turns to child. How did this happen? Are you really four years old? And before I know it, I will be saying six, ten, and fifteen. “Are you seriously getting facial hair?” I know that is only a couple blinks away. Time marches on constantly; it never pauses to rest.

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So I invest in these days. I sit down and play Woody (of course he always gets to be Buzz Lightyear Space Ranger) because I know that the day is coming when he won’t ask me to. I set down my phone and look at him because one day he will have a phone, and I will want him to set it down and look at me. I ask him to live life with me, doing laundry and dishes and carrying “big heavy loads” around the house because he loves to do these things! He loves to “work” like his dad. So we find him work, even if it means carrying a pile of sticks from one end of the yard to the other. He looks at his arms while he’s walking and you can tell, he’s impressed. “I am very strong.” He declares.

Much like the rest of his body, his brain is going through incredible growth. His worldview is developing with conversations and experiences, some noticed; perhaps others slip on by like small grains of sand in an hourglass without either of us knowing that a moment just implanted itself in his mind. He might not remember these days in detail ten years from now, but he will remember long enough to carry him to the next day. Days build upon days. We are constantly walking step by step in a direction. One by one by one by one… tick by tick by tock… baby turns into child and child will gradually become a man who will think and act completely independent from me.

This labor is important; I can’t let these years slip away from me under a pile of Facebook feed. This labor, this daily work of raising and training, loving and correcting is passing. Despite what it feels like, it is passing and one day these little shoes that I am tying up now will walk out of this house for the last time. Some day he will start a home of his own. This work is important.

I hope every mother considers herself a missionary. Although your own carpet may not feel like the adventure of Africa or the challenge of the slums, every child under your roof is a person who needs your witness. The mission field is a redundant cycle of seemingly small matters, but large matters are often determined by the smaller ones that came before it.

And honestly there is such joy in this phase, isn’t there? At what other point in life will I get to enjoy these little lives that are so completely hilarious without even trying? Children are the funniest people on the planet, of that I am sure.

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When I was in labor, moaning and groaning atop Worthless Purple Ball, suddenly I heard a noise that had my attention. I scrunched my eyebrows and darted my eyes to the right and the left. What was that sound? I struggled to a stand and waddled over to the door, pressing my ear against it. Laughter. It was laughter.

In that moment there wasn’t a more horrendous sound. I put my fist to my back and leaned back, lifting my sleepless eyes to my husband.

“Issue this decree throughout the household: there is to be no more laughing until this baby is out of my body.” This is a true story everybody, although I can’t recall exactly how I worded it.

But I remember what he said. *cough cough, “Uh… Do you really want me to say that?” I could tell he wasn’t quite sure if I was being serious or not.

So from the depths of dilation I made myself clear. “YES! Yes, I mean it. NO MORE LAUGHING while I am in LABOR!” and then I waddled back to my ball. Labor and delivery in full swing people. No judging my no laughing rule.

I love this memory. It makes me laugh when I am grocery shopping or picking raspberries, in those rare moments when I can let my mind stroll. The look on his face before he had to go deliver my message! The sight that I must have been all disheveled and contracting every few moments. Dead serious while I lift my finger in the air and say, “Nobody can laugh here!” Oh my goodness gracious. That is just ridiculous.

Laughing is allowed now. We are still laboring, my husband and I, to raise our kids with our best effort but it is full of laughter. Not every moment, of course. And not every moment of parenting is executed with perfection. There are many moments where I let my patience slip and need to apologize for it. There are moments when I would rather plug away with a current task than drop everything to properly deal with a toddler style disagreement. I am not a perfect parent, but I am committed and a part of that commitment is taking a few moments to breathe and regroup if I ever pop a blood vessel in my eyeball (another true labor experience). A part of that commitment is plugging (and re-plugging) myself into the source of love so that I can love in His ability and not according to my own limitations.

IMG_2382 (2) (427x640)I am committed to a cause that will stretch its influence into tomorrow, and the tomorrows that I will not be here to see. I genuinely respect this position and all who are in this position with me. And I respect those from generations above who have already labored in this way. Thank you for your work. And to all the women and men currently living this phase of life with all its different stages of development, you are laboring towards a worthy cause. Although it feels unending, one day not far from now you may find yourself looking at a full grown man or woman sitting on top of your purple birthing ball who will naturally hold within him the lessons, conversations, memories, love, and laughter that this phase brings. Keep up the good, hard, important work!

*Photo credit: pic 1- Katie Ezinga, pic 2- yours truly, pic 3 & 4- Brittanie Kerkstra

 

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Deliverance: Then, Now, Tomorrow.

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“And Jethro said, ‘Blessed be the name of the Lord, who has delivered you out of the hand of the Egyptians and out of the hand of Pharoah, and Who has delivered the people from under the hand of the Egyptians.’” Exodus 18:10

 Now.

“Bow down Your ear to me; deliver me speedily; be my rock of refuge, a fortress of defense to save me.” Psalm 31:2

 Tomorrow.

“And it shall come to pass that whoever calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved. For in Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there shall be deliverance, as the Lord has said, among the remnant whom the Lord calls.” Joel 1:17

The word deliver is quite versatile.

It can mean to bring something to someone as in, “She will deliver the package on time.”

It can mean to give birth as in “Labor and Delivery.”

Deliver is the root word of “deliverance” which is to be set free, rescued, and/or released.

Our English word for deliver is from the Old French word “delivrer” which means “to set free” (de + livrer commonly translated to + liberate).

The word deliver appears 554 times in the Bible (NKJV). Compare that to the word love, which appears 500 (in both searches the number includes “topical references”). Needless to say, deliverance is huge. To be delivered is important. As is love, of course.

In two days it is Passover. Today is 12th day of the first month on the Hebrew calendar. On Friday will be the 14th day of the first month.

“Now it came to pass, when Jesus had finished all these sayings, that He said to His disciples, “You know that after two days is the Passover, and the Son of Man will be delivered up to be crucified.’” Matthew 26:1-2

This is deliverance. Right there, in the first two verses of Matthew 26.

If a subject seems too daunting, I tend to shy away. How can I do it justice? If I can’t do it perfectly don’t do it at all, right? “Right!” says my brain. But like every other area of my walk with the Lord, I need to just do my limited best knowing my best isn’t what does any of the big work anyways. So in humility (truly Lord, let your Spirit go forth and deliver Your message unto the hearts of Your people; I know my words lack!) I am going to attempt this story of deliverance.

“Now the Lord spoke to Moses and  Aaron in the land of Egypt, saying, ‘This month shall be your beginning of months; it shall be the first month of the year to you. Speak to the children of Israel, saying, ‘On the tenth day of this month every man shall take for himself a lamb.. your lamb shall be without blemish.. You shall keep it until the 14th day of the same month. Then the whole assembly of the children of Israel shall kill it at twilight. And they shall take some of the blood and put it on the two doorposts and on the lintel of the houses where they eat it. It is the Lord’s Passover. For I will pass through the land of Egypt on that night.. I will execute judgment: I am the Lord. Now the blood shall be a sign for you on the houses where you are. And when I see the blood, I will pass over you; and the plague shall not destroy you.. This day shall be to you a memorial, and you shall keep it as a feast to the Lord throughout your generations. You shall keep it as a feast by an everlasting ordinance.’’” Taken from Exodus 12:1-14.

I’m sure we all know this story. Israel’s deliverance out of Egypt, Passover #1. But if there’s one thing I learn from studying the Bible, it’s that a story is hardly ever just a story. It’s a message! And if there’s one thing I learn from celebrating the feasts in the Bible, it’s that a feast (appointed time) is never just a feast, it’s a message!

This is story/ feast/ message NUMBER ONE on God’s timeline of events. (Referencing back to “it shall be the first month of the year to you.) And isn’t that true? Do we have any other starting point other than by the blood of the Lamb? Everything starts with His deliverance. His salvation.

Here is a picture of an ancient threshold with a basin (this is probably a fancy one). We are so far removed from the culture and customs of the ancient day, that we can easily miss some of the significance of what is written in the Bible. I really appreciated when someone told me about the threshold and the idea of “covenant” especially in relating to the Passover story!

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In ancient times, it was a common practice to use a door threshold to make a covenant between people. They would take an animal and cut it in half (similar to the covenant made with Abram- see Genesis 15), allowing the blood to flow through the threshold at the bottom, while at the same time gathering some of it in the built in basin.

“And you shall take a bunch of hyssop, dip it in the blood which is in the basin, and strike the lintel and the two doorposts..” Ex. 12:22

By passing over (stepping over) the blood at the threshold, the two parties entered into covenant with one another. So when we read that the Lord passed over the homes of those who had the blood of the lamb smeared across their doorways, there is huge significance here! Could it be, that it was symbolic not only of the blood of the blameless Lamb of God, but of the covenant that takes place upon receiving the blood? Is the “passing over” referencing how the Lord passed over the threshold of those who had the blood in order to deliver from the judgment? I think this is beautiful here. I see judgment overhead that is passed over the homes who have the blood, because He who was bringing judgment, passed over (stepped across) the threshold (which contains the blood of the lamb/Lamb) of those who believed in Him. Do you see the two actions at play here? It’s similar to that picture of the judge who steps down from His seat to stand by the person and then takes the death penalty upon Himself.

The Lamb did die. His blood is smeared around the sides of the door. He is the door, the only way. Now will you step over that threshold and enter into His covenant?

“I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved..” –Jesus, John 10:9

“I am the way, the truth, the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.” John 14:6

“Behold! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!” John 1:29

“This cup is the new covenant in My blood, which is shed for you.” Luke 22:20 (the words of Jesus while celebrating Passover!)

Could the symbolism get any more amazing here? The blood of the Lamb was slain- on Passover no less, to provide that entry into covenant with God. Do we understand the word covenant? There isn’t room on this blog post to delve deeply here now, but covenant is huge. Another cool side note that I don’t have room to go in detail with, is that most likely when the people paraded Jesus through the streets singing “Hosanna!” it was on the tenth day of the first month, the day chosen by God to get their “spotless lambs” for Passover.

Do you remember what the Israelites had to use to smear the blood?

“And you shall take a bunch of hyssop, dip it in the blood which is in the basin, and strike the lintel and the two doorposts..” Ex. 12:22

Hyssop. Let’s look at a few other places hyssop is mentioned.

“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean. Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.” Psalm 51:7

Why does David need to be purged with hyssop? Is he referencing back to the hyssop that was used to spread the blood of deliverance on the homes of the Israelites in Egypt? Or is he prophesying about the only way we can be made “whiter than snow” (by the blood of the Lamb)? Yes and yes! Let’s take a close look at the final moment before Yeshua dies.

“After this, Jesus, knowing that all things were accomplished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, said, ‘I thirst!’ Now a vessel full of sour wine was sitting there; and they filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on hyssop, and put it to His mouth.” John 19:28-29

Knowing the state of beaten down and brokenness Jesus was in at this point, we can know that the hyssop that touched his lips came back down from the cross with His blood on it. Truly, He is our Passover Lamb! And now may I be purged with this hyssop, this hyssop that has come down from the cross with the blood of the Lamb, and I will be made whiter than snow.

Are you in Egypt? If you are not now, you once were. We have all been delivered out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery to sin and death, and offered new life, salvation through the blood! And isn’t it interesting that this all takes place in the spring, at the exact same time that the earth is renewed? New life!  If you would like a “new life” (perhaps yours is heavy) the time is right now. Your new life is not about a drastic change on your surroundings (but it could be); it is about new life inside of you. You have been delivered from bondage. No need to slave there any longer. (Common slave masters: anger, unforgiveness, lust, pride, bitterness, envy, selfish living, addiction, condemnation, fear of man.)

In the Hebrew alphabet, the letter dalet (dah-let) is equivalent with the number 4 (it is the 4th letter and therefore the number 4 as well). Each letter also holds a “pictograph” meaning, because as the written language was developing it went through a phase of “picture meanings” used for writing. Dalet means “door” and even today, the letter for dalet looks like a door. Recall, that Jesus says, “I am the door.”

He is our blood stained door of deliverance, and look at how many stories of deliverance include this number 4:

-“But I will establish my covenant with you; and you shall go into the ark… And the rain was on the earth 40 days and 40 nights.” Genesis 6-7; the deliverance of Noah.

-“Now the sojourn of the children of Israel who lived in Egypt was 430 years.” Exodus 12:40; the deliverance of Israel out of Egypt.

-“But God spoke in this way: that his descendants would dwell in a foreign land, and they would bring them into bondage and oppress them 400 years.” Acts 7:6; referencing above deliverance.

-“And you shall remember that the Lord your God led you all the way these 40 years in the wilderness, to humble you and test you, to know what was in your heart..” Deuteronomy 8:2; deliverance through the barren wilderness.

-“So he (Moses) was there with the Lord 40 days and 40 nights, he neither ate bread nor drank water. And he wrote on the tablets the words of the covenant..” Exodus 34:28; we see Moses is away for forty days and nights in preparing to deliver the Words of the Covenant to Israel.

-“When you come into the land, and have planted all kinds of trees for food, then you shall count their fruit as uncircumcised. Three years it shall be as uncircumcised to you. It shall not be eaten. But in the 4th year all its fruit shall be holy, a praise to the Lord. And in the fifth year you may eat its fruit.” Leviticus 19:24-25; this is such an interesting command here given by God, and probably my favorite reference to the number four. For three years the fruit of the trees planted in the land is to be considered uncircumcised, but in the fourth it shall be holy. Could it be He was trying to give a clue as to when we (the trees) would bear truly circumcised fruit? In the fourth year, would there be an outpouring of something Holy (the Holy Spirit) which would then enable us to bear the circumcised fruit of His Spirit, after the shedding of the blood of the covenant? I would lean to believe that is exactly what He is telling the people. (“All things must be fulfilled which were written in the Law of Moses and the prophets and the Psalms concerning Me.” Luke 24:44)

- Did you notice the wording on that commandment? The fruit will be a “praise to the Lord.” Jesus is of the line and tribe of Judah. “And she (Leah) conceived again and bore a son, and said ‘Now I will praise the Lord.’ Therefore she called his name Judah.” Genesis 29:35. Judah’s name means praise. Recall also that Judah is the 4th born son of Jacob.

And during what millennium did Jesus come to earth? Was it not the FOURTH? I believe it is a general consensus that Yeshua came approximately 4,000 years after Adam. These messages just keep repeating themselves. Are those 4,000 years likened unto the bondage of 400 years in Egypt and 40 years in the wilderness? In ways yes! Perhaps in ways we are still in the wilderness, awaiting our ultimate entry into the Promised Land.

Is it a coincidence that a babe is kept in the womb for 40 weeks before new life breaks forth? This world is full of knowledge of His glory! (Habakkuk 2:14)

Was it not on the 4th day of creation that God created the “greater light” to rule the day? (*Not discounting the sun, moon, and stars made this day.)

“Jesus answered, ‘Are there not twelve hours in the day? If anyone walks in the day, he does not stumble, because he sees the light of this world. But if one walks in the night, he stumbles, because the light is not in him.’”

Here Jesus equates seeing the “light of this world” (which is Him- the great Light that rules the day) as walking in the day. And doesn’t David make this same reference to day?

“I will praise You, for You have answered me and have become my salvation (the Hebrew word here is yeshuati- the singular possessive form of Yeshua, salvation). The stone which the builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone… This is the day that the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:21-24

Look at all of these clues pointing in the same direction! A very huge thing occurred on the 4th “day” (and in this case, a day is as if a thousand years). A great Light has come! The door has been prepared with the blood of the Lamb. Deliverance, salvation. Freedom from bondage and the debt levied against us.

The letter tav is the last letter in the Hebew alphabet. Its number equivalent is 400. Do you want to know its picture meaning? “Sign, mark, a cross, mark of the covenant!” Amazing. What a statement Yeshua makes when He says, “I am the Aleph and the Tav…” Revelation 22:13.

Our western minds think of the beginning and end of an alphabet there, nothing more. Alpha and  Omega is the Greek translation. A and Z would be our English translation. “I am the Aleph and the Tav” would have been the Hebrew. Aleph means first, strength. So putting these two pictograph letters together (aleph and tav), this verse has a deeper significance meaning “I am the strength of the mark of the covenant.” Certainly! The mark of the covenant is engraved in His hands.

Oh my! This has been long. I apologize… but there is still so much more.

“It is the glory of God to conceal a matter, but the glory of kings is to search out a matter.” Prov. 25:2

This is true. So many treasures He has in His Word!

Blessings, happy digging, and have a blessed Passover! And of course, shortly after Passover we celebrate His resurrection! New life. New life. Hallelujah!

-Aubrie

PS. This Friday evening on Passover, the 14th day of the first month, is a blood moon!

“The sun shall be turned into darkness and the moon into blood, before the coming of the great and awesome day of the Lord.” Joel 2:31

If you would like to read a nice article about blood moons, I refer you here.

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