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It's incredible that we are already into March. Time flies so fast. The year is made up of twelve sections, and three of them are already gone!
I looked after the grandkids a lot this month. I got to have them for a whole week near the end, for the first half of Connor's Spring Break. Heather was in the process of moving and things went faster for her by not having the kids underfoot.
The grandchildren play with some of the kids in my neighbourhood when they visit me. Connor came home one day and told me what his younger brother said when they were having lunch with a little friend. Her Dad was preparing the meal when the little girl said she was too hot. The father burst into laughter when Jake exclaimed, "Well, girls are supposed to be hot!" Jacob is only five and doesn't understand what his big brother means when he refers to pretty girls as being "hotties". He thinks in terms of temperature.
Heather came and collected the kids to bring them to their new home. They were excited about that. I thought she was going to bring them back on Friday to stay with me again for the weekend, but I was glad she didn't. I was too busy.
I started writing after they were gone, and really got into it. Inspiration was flowing incredibly. I didn't want to eat or sleep, but to just keep writing. I had to stop sometimes, of course, because I can go only so long without food or sleep, but got right back to Chapter 22 of The Majesty of God when I could. It was so exciting! Actually, I am still in the throes of that excitement, because I haven't finished Chapter 22, though I uploaded to the website what I have so far.
I always learn more when I write about the things of God. Insights occur to me that I never thought of before. My writing is not only a distillation of things meditated on previously, but a continuing meditation on those topics. The things that God shows me blow me away. What a privilege it is write for Him.
I was born to write. When I was a little girl of around nine–years–old, I thought it would be a fine thing to be a writer. I set to work on writing my very first story. It was about a little girl named Mercy who came across a little boy who had fallen in a mud puddle, and she helped him out, brushing him off. It was a really sweet, little story. I didn't choose the topic because it was one that I thought my parents would approve of; that thought did not occur to me at all. I just wrote what was in my heart. I was so proud that I had written my first story; I took it to my parents to read and waited expectantly for their approval. They always praised my drawings, so I thought that they would praise my writing, too.
They laughed themselves silly. I was shattered. My mother saved the story, but I didn't care. I just walked away feeling completely discouraged and did not attempt to write again until I was 31, except for when I had school assignments.
I found the story a couple of years later when I was snooping in the buffet drawers of our dining room. I read it and could see why my parents had laughed. I was always saying things that made them howl. I didn't understand why they laughed, but I enjoyed how much pleasure they seemed to derive from my announcements, such as having discovered how babies are born. God lets them down from Heaven on a string. (Didn't you know that's what the umbilical cord is for?) Or the time when I visited the kids next door and they showed me pictures their Dad had taken of their mother, standing with her back half–turned to the camera, wearing only a waist–length mink coat. Round–eyed, I reported to my parents, "I saw pictures of Mrs. _____, and she was all noodled!" I was never offended by their laughter on those occasions, so they didn't realize that they really hurt me when they laughed at my story. The story was a serious matter; I had poured my heart onto those pages.
Looking at those pages a couple of years later, I was able to see the story from my parents' point of view. I would probably laugh, too, if I read a story like that, thinking it incredibly cute and innocent, but I hope that I would wait until the child was out of hearing. My heart still felt cold from my disillusionment about my writing ability. I wished they had been more sensitive. I crushed the papers in my hand the way I felt my heart had been crushed, and I threw them away.
My gift of writing was not restored until I was going through a nervous breakdown after my husband left me in 1986. I didn't want to live without him in my life, and I felt like such a worthless failure as a wife and mother. I had some very unrealistic expectations of myself in both regards. My husband's abandonment seemed to confirm my low assessment of my performance; I did not give much consideration to where he was at mentally and emotionally. Suicide was not an option; that would just send me to Hell where my suffering would never end.
I believed that God was going to take me away gently, the way He did Moses, who simply laid down and died, though he was in perfect health, because it was time for him to die. God told me to put my house in order, and it needed to be put in order. I had been rather judgmental towards various people in my life, and I had some apologies to make. Because I wanted to die, though, I assumed that He was telling me this because, like King Hezekiah in the Bible, I was going to die.
Over the next four months when I was ill, I started to write poems because rhyming lines kept spontaneously running through my head. This had never happened before, and it was really neat. I copied the lines down on scraps of paper, so that I wouldn't forget them, and then I started to write poems on purpose.
It was amazing how, as I meditated on spiritual things (which were the topics of those poems), if I thought hard enough, most of the time I could come up with a way to make my sentences rhyme. I wasn't discouraged that the rhymes didn't always come instantly, because of the pleasure it gave me to meditate on the Bible. There was also a sense of fulfillment in writing again after 22 years of letting my gift lie dormant. And I felt that my poems gave me a way to leave behind a legacy. I could not talk to my family about the pain and confusion I was going through, but perhaps after I was gone, they would understand from reading my poems the things that were in my heart, including my faith in God.
There were delusions mixed up in my poems, though I did not know it at the time, but there was also a lot in the poems that was very good and edifying. The good parts helped towards restoring hope and recovering my sanity.
After my recovery, I continued to write poems. I recognized that they were not great literary works, but they didn't have to be for God to use them. I wrote from my heart, and some people were blessed by my poems because there were parts that expressed what they felt, too. God encouraged me that, though my poems were just simple, little things, sharing them with others planted seeds towards the growth of my gift, and He would cause people to be blessed along the way.
Sometimes people looked at me blankly when I shared a poem with them. I didn't let it bother me. They probably just did not relate emotionally to what I was saying in my poem, or have enough sensitivity to the Holy Spirit in certain areas of revelation to appreciate the points I was making. I was not looking for their approval. I was just obeying God by sharing what God gave me and leaving the results up to Him. When I share my writing with others, I am really offering it back to the Lord, giving Him the opportunity to speak to people through my gift.
It just blisses me out the way God directs my mind and heart when I write. I don't know if anyone else gets as much out of my writing as I do, but I just want to read it over and over and marvel that those ideas came to me, and how accurately I expressed them. Is this really me writing this stuff? It is not like how I used to be. My brain used to be in such a fog. From my teens, I thought of myself as a deep thinker, but I was very shallow in comparison to what I am now. I really did not grow much until my early thirties when I lost my husband and started to fall back on the Lord to be my support.
Ideally, I would wait years and years before posting my writing online, to bring it closer to perfection, but I feel an urgency that people need now the things that God has shown me, even if there are mistakes that I have not yet discovered in some of my ideas or expression of them. Who knows how much longer the Internet will be available for sharing truth? We hear of politically correct censorship in Britain and the American government gearing up to impose censorship on websites that promote ideas counter to the NWO agenda, and there is also the possibility of losing electrical power. We have to get the word out while we can. Nobody is infallible; we have to sift everybody's teaching through the Word of God, no matter who they are. I have been blessed a lot by other people's teaching, in spite of errors that they make in some areas, and I trust that it will be the same in my case.
Wow, did I ever get into it when I was writing about the plagues of Egypt in The Majesty of God series. I had actually wanted to skip writing anything about Moses in this series because I had already written an in–depth poem about him, and figured that I knew all there was to know about his story. What could I add to it? I would just be converting my poem to a plain story form, which seemed a rather tedious undertaking. I wanted to just post a link to the poem, but that wouldn't have been a good thing, if the series ever got completed and was put in a book. A big chunk would be missing, a vital turning point in history. Oh well. I might as well do it now, rather than later, to keep the continuity of the series.
The Moses segment turned out to be more interesting to write than I supposed it would be. Writing Moses's story as a novel made me think more deeply about what his life must have been like when he was growing up in Pharaoh's court.
I ran into a bit of trouble when I came to his years in Midian. The Bible says so little about them, though it gives us clues that his wife was a shrew. Why else would Moses circumcise his first son, but not the second? Someone stopped him from doing it, and we can see by what Zipporah said when she flung their son's foreskin at Moses that she had strong objections to having her sons circumcised.
She must have been a very strong–willed and forceful woman to go against a custom that was probably practiced in her own tribe, being of Abraham's seed. But even if she was strong–willed, how did she come to be so disrespectful towards her husband? How did the problem develop when she was married to such a strong, tall, handsome man who willingly supported his family with hard labour and was a genius? What could make a wife rag on a man like that? If he was a man of God who was working at being responsible in the relationships in his life, what more could a woman want from a man? It had to be that she was ambitious and knew that he had the potential to be a king, but he refused to let her push him into it.
The part that really tired me out, though, was trying to figure out what was going through Moses's mind as he considered various ways that he might deliver his people. He was a general, skilled at strategy, but coming out of a worldly mindset and starting to learn God's ways. I have never hung around much with military people. I went on one date with a guy in the US Navy who worked at a missile base, but I had a cold and my throat was too sore to talk to him. In fact, it never even occurred to me to ask him anything about his work. I wrote about this in my humorous story called "Bland Date", in the Early Years section of my website. My daughter had a friend who had served in the UN Special Forces. All I know about his unit, from my acquaintance with him, is that he was ticked off that the soldiers were ordered to do useless work digging trenches that put them in unnecessary danger. I met a Commander in the US Navy once, but we only talked about the things of God. That is as far as my acquaintance goes with the military. I have never picked a soldier's brains, and I can't say that I am interested in knowing more than I already know about how war is conducted.
Having said that, though, I have just finished reading a book about George Beurling, a Canadian World War II pilot who probably would have been the greatest Canadian fighter pilot at that time, except that he was too unconventional for the RCAF and left the air force before the war ended. I was drawn to the book because he volunteered to fight for the Israelis when they were granted independence. The book was not too technical about what kind of planes he flew and weapons he used, or the method he used to be such a deadly shot. It was geared more towards what made Beurling tick, which is why I read stories sometimes about military people and sport figures, though sports don't interest me either.
George Beurling reminded me in some ways of Moses. Beurling was psychotic, in my opinion, but he had some lovable qualities. I don't think that he really cared about anybody but his family. Anybody else, even if he liked them, I think that he could have dispensed with them, if it was required of him to do so in order to achieve his goals. It was only when he was around his family that he suffered from nightmares because of his killing. He was raised in a very strict Brethren home. It was around his family that he was the most strongly reminded of the Bible's teachings and felt convicted about the things he had done. At other times with other people, he spoke of enjoying blowing an enemy pilot's head off up close. When he was in battle, he had no feeling for those pilots as people; only as targets, which made him good at his job, but bad at life.
I admired his single–mindedness in striving for perfection in flying planes and hitting targets, but he carried it to a fault. He did not let himself become emotionally attached to people because he did not want to distracted by emotional upset when friends died, as it would hinder his ability to keep his mind on what he was doing in the air. From a godly perspective, how can people draw others to God without loving them? Drawing people to God was not Beurling's aim in life, though.
Also, though other pilots considered it unsportsmanlike to kill enemy pilots after they bailed out of their planes, Beurling had no compunction against it. He reasoned that if the man made it back to Germany, he would get another plane and come back to be a problem again. This is certainly true, and from a technical point of view, Beurling did the right thing. But God shows mercy to the merciful. The Geneva Convention passed laws to prevent soldiers from becoming ruthless killing machines even in time of war.
Buerling loved to fly and he loved to kill. His style of killing, though, did not tend towards coarse brutality, killing merely for the sake of killing. I doubt that he was the kind of kid who tortured rabbits for fun. He started off being a sweet, gentle kind of guy. Whatever he became interested in doing, he wanted to perfect his skills. He started off only with loving to fly, and then war gave him the opportunity to fly. He had special talents that equipped him to be a fighter pilot.
Beurling was a mathematical genius who could make lightning fast calculations to predict where his targets would be when his bullets reached them. He also had superhuman eyesight. Long before anyone else could see or hear them, Buerling could tell his fellow pilots what kind of planes were coming in and how many there were. He could see what colour people's eyes were, even if they were across the street.
Beurling had the ability to be a top–notch flying marksman, and he wanted to be the best there was, even if it meant that lots of other people would lose their lives in order for him to achieve that goal. Perhaps the idea of having the power to take other people's lives went to his head. He did not get hooked on it, though, to the extent of committing murder outside of the confines of war. Eventually, though, because of his passion for flying, and his frustration that he did not always get to fly as much as he wanted to, he said that he would even fight for the Germans, if they were the only ones who would let him fly. Some people thought it was just talk, but I think he meant it.
Though he was a hero, the RCAF wanted to get rid of him because he was a discipline problem. He was very individualistic. The RCAF gladly accepted his resignation. When he applied to other air forces, they turned Beurling down because they figured he was too much trouble, though there was still a war going on. After the war, he sought to fly for the Chinese Nationals, but they turned him down, too, probably for the same reasons. Recruiters for the Israelis, though, accepted him as a volunteer, after they were convinced that his motives were altruistic.
He said to the recruiter, "You people have been without a state for thousands of years, wanderling homeless and persecuted. I would be helping to fulfill the prophecies and teachings of the Bible." I am sure that Beurling's Bible training as a child was taken into consideration, and the recruiter was convinced of his motives, though it was well known that Beurling was very restless when he wasn't flying and frustrated that he had been turned down by a lot of other people who could have given him the opportunity to get back into a plane and shoot down other planes.
Beurling agreed to having only his living expenses paid for by the Israelis, but he felt that he needed money. He had a very wealthy girlfriend and wanted to keep up with her. Someone was giving him money. It was conjectured that he was working as a double agent for the British, as he had been in the RAF. His girlfriend thinks that he may have been a triple agent, and I think she was right. I think that he was taking money from the Arabs in exchange for being their agent, intending to feed them some information, but ultimately stay loyal to the Israelis because the Bible says that they have a right to that land. I think that he told his friends that he was thinking of fighting for the Arabs, to make it more believable to the Arabs that he was flying for Israel only to feed his passion for flying and taking down targets, but would work as a double–agent for whoever paid him the most. I think that Beurling wanted to do something that he considered noble. He might have discovered eventually, though, that he would sell out the Israelis, under the right kind of pressure.
From what I could see, Beurling was like a naive little boy who saw something he wanted, but he had to go into a cage to get it, and when he got in there, he discovered it was full of tigers. He was scared that he was in over his head, but he did not see any other way to get what he wanted, which was opportunity to be a fighter pilot, and maintain his self–respect around his girlfriend by being able to keep up with her lifestyle.
Mind you, he borrowed money from his wife, whom he was separated from, regardless of what she might think of him for doing it. He had some sentimental feelings for her, but I don't think that he had much respect for women who were infatuated with him. Men who hate themselves despise women who fall in love with them. They think that they are idiots because they can't see through them, so they deserve to be taken advantage of. He met this other gal when he was on his honeymoon, fancied himself madly in love with her, and wanted to marry her, but that marriage might not have lasted much longer than his first one.
Yes, Beurling was a complex character, like Moses. Unlike Moses, it does not sound like he made peace with God, in spite of his inclination to see the justice of Israel's claims to their land. Beurling was killed in a plane accident in Rome when he was preparing to fly to Israel. He was only twenty–seven years old.
The thing that struck me the most from reading this book is that even psychotics have a conscience. I had been wondering about that. They might bury their feelings really deep, but they are capable of remorse. Like Moses had in his earliest years, Beurling had some good things in his childhood that kept calling him to God. Reading Beurling's story took me a little farther in my understanding of how Moses thought and felt when he lived as a member of the Egyptian royal family.
Considering the politics that Moses had to deal with in setting his people free was a mindbender. I rarely read biographies about political figures. There are biographies about war heroes and sports stars that don't go into the technical details too much, but usually biographies about politicians are loaded with political details, and actually say very little about the politician. What the books do say about the person might be lies, either to defame them or to promote them.
I dislike politics and care only about seeing the big picture. Because I can see the big picture, I consider politics a farce. Some people genuinely want to do good in political office, but it's the big boys behind the scenes who say whether they can or not. It is God who commands the big boys, turning their hearts like a river and making them do good stuff sometimes. I figure I can save myself a lot of time by just praying, instead of spending hours and hours reading newspapers to find out where politicians stand on various issues, and who knows if they are sincere? I boil it down to one thing. Where do they stand on abortion? If they haven't got a profound respect for life, then I don't want them to be making decisions for me. If they can't get that part right, then it will skew everything else that they do.
Some years ago, I tried to find out where a local politician stood on the abortion issue. There were no Christian Heritage Party candidates in my area, but I heard that this one was a Christian. He even showed up at the church I attended, probably because it's a big church and the most influential Protestant church in the city where I lived. I doubt that he was interested in the sermon, and he didn't seem to be interested in getting to know people after the service. He and his wife just stood around in the fellowship hall afterwards, staring blankly at people while they ate cake, and nobody seemed interested in talking to them. I think that the other people in the church felt like I did; that they were there just to try to win votes, rather than having a genuine interest in spiritual things.
It made a bad impression on me, but I figured I would give the guy the benefit of the doubt. When I called his office to find out where he stood on the abortion issue, I couldn't get a straight answer out of his secretary. She said that he would vote on the issue according to the desires of his constituants. In other words, if most of them wanted to allow abortion, he would go along with it, even though he professed to be a Christian. That was his idea of democracy.
Hey, kids, that's not what I learned in school. Maybe they teach it differently now, but back in the sixties when I learned about how democracy developed in Greece, the idea was that a politician made it clear where he stood BEFORE he was elected, and if you agreed with his views, you elected him. It was obvious to me that this guy was in politics just for the prestige and perks. I didn't want to help him get his Pouilly–Fuissé with my vote. I gave up on voting for a long time after that, but I am considering it again because the Christian Heritage Party has expanded and now has a candidate where I live.
From things I have read since I was disappointed with that candidate, it seems that there is strong reason to believe that it is decided behind the scenes before elections who is going to win them – at least, on the higher levels. Elections are held for a dual purpose. Give the people the illusion that they have some choice in who their leaders are, as it helps keep them calm. And find out what kind of platform they approve of, so that the big boys know how much they can push before the people are likely to take up arms. Elections are actually just opinion polls. Well, even if my candidate hasn't got a chance to win, maybe I should, at least, register my opinion. At any rate, when I pray for my government, I pray that God will put the best people in office. Frequently, from what I see happening, I think that my faith must have fallen short, but sometimes I am really happy with stands that our leaders take on certain positions. God bless you, Stephen Harper, for supporting Israel's right to defend herself against her enemies.
On the other hand, what if my candidate really does not believe the things he or she says that they stand for? What if the type of Christianity they practice is not true Christianity at all? There's Glenn Beck, saying a lot of things that Christians like to hear, and some are supporting him, even though he is Mormon, because they want America to return to a more wholesome set of values. Hello? Mormonism has its roots in Freemasonry. It was founded on delusion. Mormonism is absolutely incompatible with true Christianity. Do Christians really want to Mormons in high office where, once they have consolidated their positions, they can start passing laws that promote the NWO agenda?
When Christians vote for people who, though they may be brilliant and could do some good, but they approve of killing innocent babies during gestation, or support perversion, or are part of a religious organization whose doctrines show contempt for the Bible, it indicates how many Christians are willing to compromise their beliefs to preserve a safe and prosperous life. That tells the power players a lot about how successful they have been in been in boiling the frogs alive through entertainment that gets increasingly more lewd and violent and occult, encroaching political correctness, and encouraging greed for property and luxuries as the carrot on the stick that will keep people voting for candidates who have low morals. The analogy is that you can boil a frog alive, if you raise the temperature of the water a little bit at a time. Compromise keeps the frog in the pot and ultimately leads to spiritual death.
I don't judge the people who are in office or running for office. I believe that some of them genuinely want to help make things better for people. Some of them have skewed ideas of what is better for people, and that creates a problem, but they really are more interested in helping others than helping themselves to a big salary and expense account. There are others who have really good ideas, and would love to implement them all, but they are prevented from doing so. Some of those people allow themselves to be pressured into doing very bad stuff, because they don't see that they have any choice in the matter. When they are allowed to do good things, they are genuinely happy about it. And then there are some who do good things because they have a selfish agenda for doing so. Only God knows what is people's hearts; only He is qualified to judge them, which is why I HATE it when I hear Christians taking immature shots at candidates and government leaders. I don't hate people who ridicule them, but I hate what they are doing, especially when they should know better. The Bible tells us to honour all men. If we should consider the dignity of even people who beg on the street, then how much more should we consider the dignity of people whom God has permitted to be placed in public office?
It is one thing to speak out against what politicians are doing, but quite another to despise them. The Bible says that he who despises his neighbour is not wise. That includes even tyrants like Saddam Hussein. When he was in power, one of the women in my church made a nasty remark about him, calling him "So Damned Insane." Okay, so he was insane. But how do we know what caused him to be insane? Maybe he had a terrible childhood that played a part in it, making it very difficult for him to make the right choices. He certainly was raised in a culture that tends to produce a high percentage of psychotics. Maybe his brain was organically diseased, and it wasn't something that he could help. Can a person not state that the man was insane, without sneering when they say it?
There is one play on words that, I confess, I really did get a kick out of. It goes, "Ba ba, black sheep, have you any bull? Yassir, Yassir, Arafat's full." There is a subtle difference. I could laugh at that rhyme, without feeling that it was a statement that there was no hope for the man's soul. I used to pray for that guy and Saddam Hussein, too; I didn't want them to go to Hell, in spite of how evil they were. I would not want to wish that place on anybody. Those who do, will end up there, for the Bible says, "Judge not, lest you be judged," Who are we to judge these people? Judge their actions, kick them out of government, but don't kid ourselves that we would have been better than them, if we had been subjected to the same liabilities and temptations that they were. Even with a relatively wholesome, middle–class upbringing in a free country, if it wasn't for the grace of God operating in our lives, if we were left to ourselves, we would ALL be utterly depraved. As the Apostle Paul said, "In my flesh dwells no good thing."
Moses knew the truth of this, which is why he recorded that he was the most humble man in the world. It was Moses who wrote the first five books of the Bible. This is not what someone else wrote about him. Well, how can a guy be humble, if he says that he is the most humble man in the world? It sounds like he is proud of being humble, which cancels out his humility. He also said that he was very highly esteemed by the Egyptians. Wasn't it proud of him to say that? No, he was just stating a fact.
Moses could say that he was the most humble man in the world because he figured that he was the most wicked man in the world, and he was so thankful that God forgave him of all his sins, which were many and very serious. Being raised in Egypt's court was not a picnic. Sure, there was luxury and prestige and power, but it came at a very high price. People who wanted to rise in the ranks were made to jump through a lot of hoops before they were considered a suitable candidate to hold power. They had to prove their alliegance to Egypt's gods, which involved submitting to many foul rituals. By the time Moses was adopted into the royal family, the Pharaohs had lost the wholesome influence that Joseph exerted on the crown, and the demons who operated through Egypt's idols had gained a lot of control over the aristocracy.
Pharaoh's daughter groomed Moses for the throne. She was married to another Egyptian king whose domain was to the south. She was childless and could not give him a son to inherit his throne, but he had other wives who could do that. I surmise that Pharaoh's daughter was his eldest child, and the rest of her siblings, including any males who might have inherited his throne, were pretty poor specimens compared to her. If she could have produced a son, he would probably have a good claim to the throne.
She was sterile, though, and when she saw how strong and large and beautiful Moses was, she decided that it was just as well to have him for a son, than to produce an inferior child from her own womb. By adopting this kid and grooming him to have a strong emotional attachment to her, as well as grooming him to be Pharaoh, she could pull his strings and run things the way she figured they ought to be run. Adopting a Hebrew child gave her the advantage of having saved his life to win his affection, as well as to lay guilt on him, if he was reluctant to give in to her.
Her husband could have one of his own sons to sit on his throne, but she would have her puppet son sit on her father's throne. It would mitigate part of her frustration that it was not her own child who would rule her husband's kingdom. And who knows? Maybe she could have deposed her husband's heir and put Moses on that throne, as well, once he was well-established as the king of the Delta.
When it comes to politics, this is the kind of thing that interests me; the general idea and the bottom line. If it is part of my job, I can make myself take an interest in little, nitty gritty details, such as issues about the Pitt River bridge. But reading articles about politics is not something that I want to do with my free time. My free time is taken up with spiritual matters and family concerns; they are what I care about the most, and there are only 24 hours in a day. Besides that, when I used to take more of an interest in politics, it made me angry to hear of abuses, such as inordinate extravagances on expense accounts. Who needs the aggravation? Neither do I enjoy hearing other people rant on and on about such things.
Getting back to Moses, though, my brain got tired of trying to think of what was possibly going through his mind in regards to releasing his people. Moses was a genius and capable of coming up with astounding strategies, and considering all sorts of complexities when working out the logistics of implementing them. My head started to spin just starting to consider what resources were available to him and how he would use them.
After a few days of trying to work on Chapter 21, I had back off. My brain felt so bruised by what I had just put it through, that I didn't go near that chapter for a couple of months. Then I finally realized that I didn't have to come up with any plausible details, because none of those plans would have worked for him, and he eventually realized that he was going to have to get something directly from God. His assignment in Midian was to learn how to wait on the Lord.
Well, that sure made things simple. I got back to work on it, focussing instead on how his wife could have reduced him to a stuttering wimp, and then went on to the next section of Moses's life. I got a huge surprise when I started writing about the plagues, because there were things about their physical aspects that I had not considered before, and things kept coming to me about why, in spite of the grandeur of the signs, Pharaoh kept hardening his heart. He had to justify his refusal to comply with God's demand to let His people go.
It wasn't just a simple matter of him breaking his word after having gotten what he wanted. There were labyrinths in his brain that led him to feel that he had a right to behave as he did, in defiance of these great signs. It is important to consider what he might have been thinking, to see how he managed to rationalize his actions, because cataclysmic events, such as occurred in Moses's day, are ahead of us. We need to arm ourselves against falling for the deceptions that will be promoted to turn people away from God.
Considering what they might be, going on clues that are in the Bible, it sure brought the story of the Exodus more vividly alive for me. I thought I already had a really vivid picture of it, but wow! This brought it all home to me with a much greater impact. I gained a better idea of what might have been behind Pharaoh's objections. Maybe some of the details I added to the story are wrong, maybe all of them are wrong, or maybe some are right. Maybe all of them are right. When we get to Heaven, we'll know. If we don't get to Heaven, probably not. In Hell, nobody feels obliged to satisfy other people's intellectual curiosity. As for now, nobody can say for certain that the Exodus didn't happen pretty much the way I painted it, unless they have access to historical facts that I don't know about. One thing I know for sure, though, is that even nowadays, some people could rationalize those events in the same manner, using either science or sorcery.
So, that's what is on my heart, folks. I am just so thrilled with the stream of details that flowed out of me last week when I was writing about Moses. Strangely enough, I think that Robert Louis Stevenson's book Kidnapped had something to do with this burst of inspiration. I got it from the library to read to Connor (it's like pulling teeth to get him to listen to me read it), and read it again to myself first. I recalled the general idea of the story, but this time I took more notice of the dialogue and concluded that, in this book, Stevenson was brilliant. Having been married to a Scotsman, I was familiar with many of the cultural nuances in the book, so there was no difficulty in obtaining a more robust appreciation of the emotional content of the interactions that passed between Alan Breck and David Balfour. It stirred something in me that carried over when I went to write Chapter 22 of The Majesty of God. And why not? God used the story of The League of Red–Headed Men from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes series to inspire me to copy the Bible out by hand. What a blessing that was!
Yes, some good can be gotten from some novels, but the Bible is a treasure house that has nothing but treasure in it. I used to think of it as a treaure room. When I was a baby Christian, with my inner eyes, I could see rows and rows of shelves with things sitting on them, but most of those treasures were blurry. Every now and then, my eyes would focus and see a treasure more clearly. I would pick it up and handle it, and delight in the revelation that God gave me about those verses when I looked at them from different angles. Then when I went through my nervous breakdown, my focus started to sharpen more often, and after that, it was like treasures were leaping off the shelves at me. What a joy!
Don't get me wrong. I am not recommending that people have a nervous breakdown, so that they can have a greater release of creativity and revelation. It was a matter of needing a lot of grace to get through it, so God gave me a lot of grace. Also, before I had the nervous breakdown, I reconsecrated my heart to God and became committed to growing more quickly in His grace than I had before. Having a nervous breakdown didn't stop God from answering my prayer, though the breakdown bashed me about a lot.
I didn't know there was more to be had in the treasure room, but God released more anointing for revelation to me in 1999, and then I discovered that there were more rooms. It was like walking along in a mist with my hand to the wall, feeling my way along, and suddenly finding a door that led to another room. More treasures! Deeper insight! Wow! This treasure house is like a mountain. It will take all of eternity to explore it. What fun!
Mind you, it isn't always fun when God reveals some things to me. Some things make me cry because I care about what other people will have to suffer, even if I might not be around to see it when it happens, but the negative stuff God shows me always helps to make me appreciate people more. When I think of the evil that people are capable of, I feel thankful for those who haven't given themselves over to it totally. So what if they don't want to be friends with me because they think I take the Bible too seriously? If they aren't swearing or spitting in my face to express their disagreements, then I consider them to be fairly decent people.
There are some parts of the world where people get really violent when they don't like something about another person, and figure that they won't be prosecuted by the law for giving vent to their spite. We should be really thankful for every day that goes by where we have not been vilely persecuted, rather than discontent because our lives don't seem to be very exciting. There could come a day when we will wish that we could go back to just washing dishes and doing laundry, looking after kids, having a job to go to, and getting through a day without being viciously harassed. We need to enjoy the mundane while we have it; it might not last.
I haven't been on Facebook much, ever since the Internet cloud in my area vanished. I guess that whoever funded it decided to cut expenses. Undoubtedly there were techs who had to be paid to maintain it. I enjoyed participating in discussions on Facebook with intelligent people from various parts of North America. Now I have to take my laptop to where I can connect to the Internet, but if I still had that Internet connection at home, I wouldn't gotten as much writing done. When we lose something and thank God in the situation, He releases what is supposed to replace it. Praise the Lord.
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Page modified by Lanny Townsend on April 3, 2011
Scripture references on this website are closely paraphrased from e–Sword's King James Bible.