Sunday 19 March 2023
All day, I hear the drumming, calling the armies to gather.
All day, I hear words being whispered to me, words I know to consider deeply:
Frequency, cadence, beat, rhythm.
All day I hear drums
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Drumming a beat to quarters
Saturday 18 March 2023
Outside, a sound comes to me: I hear drumming, drumbeats in the air. Snare drums, marching drums, a rhythmic drumming. Then in accompaniment, in harmony with the snare drums, there is a higher note, a staccato riff to match, and then there are horns!
No, wait! Those are shofars blowing!
Before I can finish the question “What is this, Lord?” you tell me:
This is a call to arms, a beat to quarters, a gathering of my armies.
And indeed it is, for immediately I have a vision of vast numbers of warriors rising, breaking camp, getting armored, moving out.
I find myself at Judith’s tent – where I have seen here before (but asked for confirmation), her healing and recovery space. She looks over my armor, and I help to cinch up her leather undercoat beneath her breastplate.
The drumming is loud, heard and felt everywhere, rhythmic, hypnotic, even as the drummers seem to be moving, leading to some gathering place.
We exchange an embrace, a kiss of peace, touch hands, and then all is serious. She is preparing to mount her horse, which has been tacked and is standing nearby, ready. I hear the jingling of tack and buckles. Tents, encampments are all being gathered, packed, stowed away. I can smell leather and horses, dust and smoke.
There are a few words between us, knowing that we may be far apart and not see one another for a time. She mounts, rides off with a large contingent of horse soldiers. I fall into the company of people marching together, keeping time to the drums and horns. Everywhere there is singing and praises rising as we move together. Where are we going, Lord?
There is brilliant light ahead, over a small rise, and then there is a view of a large green valley with a winding river. The word “Rhineland” comes into my spirit. Lord, I wait for your confirmation.
Are we moving to fight? I can see we’re gathering in huge numbers.
I hear myself praying: “Show me more, Lord, let me see and hear more. Move me, Father, in the physical as I easily as in the spirit.”
No password needed
Friday 17 March 2023
I am in a place of deep complexity, all about technology, the intended and unintended consequences. I go over and over all that the Lord has spoken to me and so many others. These two items come to my forefront:
- I don’t need a login and password to make a secure and safe connection with God
- When Jesus takes my hand to lift me up, I don’t need to authenticate myself.
I close the gap
My heart aches for the division between us, how our nation is so fractured on so many issues. Yet I know that love is stronger than hate.
Thursday 16 March 2023
I was driving back from farm chores this morning when the Lord made me really look at the signs along the road. Specifically, the signs that say, “We Are One.” These are up in lawns all over our town, in memory of a young girl who recently died of an unexplained cardiac issue. His voice was gentle but firm, over the sound of the truck:
What don’t you see, child?
He knows my thoughts, knew what I would say before I said it.
“Three more words under those, Lord, ‘Nation Under God’. Lord, there’s such a divide between us. That we can’t or won’t say those words. There’s a tear between us, a gap, Lord, and I pray right now …”
I couldn’t even finish that because He said.
I am that gap, child. I stand in that gap, in everything that divides and unites you. I mend the ripped fabric of your lives as Judith mends tears with needle and thread. I make wounds and I close wounds. I make rifts in the earth, and I close them. I am the Gate and the Keeper of the Gate.
There was a period of silence.
“Lord, love is stronger than hate, all these signs are speaking ‘love’. You tell us to love one another – as you love us. I know love will unite us, it’s the only thing that will, it’s the only way.” Immediately I hear the words of Jesus,
“I am the way and the truth and the life.”
I drive past the church where they have set up some memorial spotlights to shine at night for the month of March.
Listen, child, and as you stand in the gap where I direct you, love one another as I love you.
A snake-killing dream
Tuesday 14 March 2023
Dream recall:
Judith and I were in a warm semi-tropical place, walking, being guided along a path or road, under a canopy of overhanging trees. There were other people around, but I did not recognize or know anyone.
We were being led and guarded by Indian warriors, I would have said Sikhs by their clothes and turbans. They were out in front of us wielding curved swords, and killing snakes that were lurking in the trees.
The snakes were very large, green and brown, but our guides were easily dispatching them and tossing them off to the side as we moved along.
One of the snakes wasn’t quite dead though, and in front of me I saw a woman walking past it. With its last life, it struck her on the back of her right thigh. Its fangs had been broken by the Sikhs, but with whatever it had left in its mouth, it made a bloody and poisonous bite. The woman screamed and I could see her leg already swelling up.
Instantly the Lord Jesus appeared. He was dressed in soft white, long dark hair over his shoulders. He was ahead of me, so I could not see his face, but more like a profile.
With a single motion of his hand, the snake released its bite, was killed and thrown off into the brush along the road. He made another almost imperceptible motion and the woman’s leg was instantly healed, poison gone, no swelling.
Before I could even say anything, a brilliant white sword appeared in my right hand, a sword which He had somehow handed me or put in my hand. The hilt and grip were like pure white silver, and the blade was not broad but thinner and very long. The blade itself was glowing white, dazzling, giving off its own light under the canopy of trees.
Wordlessly I was made to know, instructed, that this was for me to use on any remaining snakes. I was to pierce their heads, not just slice at them.