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Led by His Cloud

Led by His Cloud

Remember the Mishkan, the Desert Tabernacle, over which the Cloud of God‘s presence occupied the day and the fire of His presence occupied the night?

It was that Tabernacle, which contained the holy of holies, the ark of the covenant surmounted by the two gold cherubim whose wings embraced God’s presence. Above that Tabernacle, for all to see, was the Cloud. The Cloud which gave evidence of the Lord’s presence within that holy place.

When the Cloud moved, it signaled action, change, leaving the present place, regardless of circumstance. With the moving of the Cloud, so too did His presence. The Tabernacle must follow, preparation for that to happen must be immediately made.

I sense His Cloud now, His Spirit hovering over me, hovering over His presence in the Tabernacle in my heart.

While I’m under that Cloud the anointing of His presence within me is strong. But what happens when the Cloud moves, when a new direction is being shown, when a change is being ordered?

As the Cloud moves, if I do not break camp and follow, the connection between His indwelling presence and His guiding Spirit begins to weaken—peace ebbs, anxiety increases, the warmth of intimacy cools.

And so, with my will I rush to obey, to break camp, to move. I do not want to lose sight of the Cloud, the comfort of His presence, the glory and wonder of my having received that Tabernacle within my heart.

Kennedy Brown
July 31, 2018

A Sabbath Thought

Identity

(Exodus 31:12-18, Rom 11:16-17, Eph 1:20 & 2:6)


I sought for an identity,

I had no sense of worth,

Until Yeshua drew me and cleansed me,

And placed me on His throne. 

At the right hand of Father
I heard that ancient truth,

The one He spoke on Sinai’s mount:

”I, the Lord, do sanctify you and give to you as sign—

My Sabbath—keep it forever, evidence you are mine.”

Lacking identity no longer, I walk with inner strength,

Child of God forever, His  day I faithfully keep. 

Kennedy Brown
February 28, 2018

The Voices in the Wilderness

The Voices in the Wilderness

Pain, suffering, disappointment,
“I’m going through the wilderness,” he said.

Heartbreak, sorrow, disillusionment,
“I’m going through the desert,” he said.

The wilderness, the desert—empty places of ultimate solitude.
Can God be there?

When the wind blows it brings no comfort—
only so many varied voices pulling at the hearing. 

Where are the ravens that fed Elijah?
Or, the angels who baked him bread?
Where is the burning bush that Moses saw? 

When do rocks start gushing water?
When does mana from heaven fall?

What ears hear the cry of prayer that leaves the lips?
What eyes see the knees bruised by rock and sand?
Has God forgotten those in the barren places?

The wilderness, the desert when will this journey end?
Can any comfort possibly be found?
What joy can replenish the parched spirit, the thirsting soul?

Has he misjudged his plight?
Did he not perceive there could be purpose beyond his need?
Can those wind-born voices be discerned as two?

Listen: one voice, plaintive, piteous would caress with defeat and
abandonment—the futility of life itself. 

Listen: there is another voice. Though also small, it assures, comforts and
understands—offering hope, promise, even more than mortal life. 

If he tunes in that latter voice, and concentrates on it alone . . .
the desert starts to bloom,
the wilderness reveals its beauty,
bareness vanishes. 

Words that bring healing gush forth,
now washed, cleansed and restored
the pain, the sorrow and isolation give way. 

The voice of promise grows stronger,
and the voice of defeat grows weaker.
The desert wilderness, no longer anguish, becomes provision. 

The voices in the wilderness give choice.
To which will he listen?
To which will he bend his will?
And which voice have you chosen?

Kennedy Brown
Gerizim
January 10, 2018

High Places

High Places
The bible chronicles the repeated question:
What will occupy the high places? 
Over and over the high places were given to idols. 
Over and over the righteous would pull down these heathen monuments.

Where are your high places?
What occupies those elevated sites?

Wherever we go, above or below,
One prominence is over the rest.
The brain is every man’s high place.
What idols have you built on that foundation?

Perhaps you have exalted your very brain above God.
Perhaps other idols have found harbor in that high place.

Ask God how He sees your brain; to identify every false god.
Yahovah alone must occupy that lofty position.
Take every thought captive to the obedience of Messiah.
Let no idol formed continue to rob you of intimacy with Him.

Pull down the idols from your high places, especially the eminence of the high place itself!

Kennedy Brown
Gerizim
Sabbath January 6, 2018

Day 3–Surprise Ending

Day 3—Surprise Ending 
Rub my eyes, rub them again. It’s still there the veiled view from my camo hide. 
Last night’s rain gives rise to a misty morn. The watched area where the quest of my daily vigil is to appear, while still lush and green, seems a farther reach.

Will this haze-shrouded pasture now give less concern to the wary, antlered buck?
Will he send some innocent doe to precede him for safety’s verification?
I wait to see. 

While waiting I cast my gaze about:
the rain has accelerated that leafy descent—a golden-hued carpet spreads out before me.
Now appear nearly bare limbs of those soon expected barked skeletons. Winter’s cold, grey skies are drawing ever closer.
 
How long will I still be sitting here and watching?
Am I some Rip Van Winkle who may awake to find a dramatically changed world?
Will my trusty muzzleloader have yielded to creation’s relentless decay?

An imagination gone wild, you say, yet the silent ticking of my digital timepiece slowly records the passage of time, and I cannot conjure up even one cloven hooved quadruped to challenge my sights. 

An hour has somehow escaped since Day Three’s vigil began—time to turn again to tea and cashew, a comforting reprieve from the morning’s diligence. 

That done, I‘ll give thought to more spiritual ponderings.
“Patience is a virtue” the scripture doesn’t say, but implies from the lives of so many of the saints. Apostle Peter in his second letter mentions virtue as a foundation to build on. It is linked to diligence. But he fails to define “virtue.” Webster says it is from the Greek and has to do with a basic morality. Since it is taken from idol-worshiping Greek it should be modified to indicate a foundation of Ten Commandments and Torah—which I’m sure Peter and his followers understood. 

“I thought you were hunting,” you say. 
Okay, let’s apply virtue to hunting. 
Patience is a fruit of the Spirit. So if I exercise patience while hunting I am exhibiting virtue. 
And now another hour has slid by—the meadow remains peaceful and empty of quarry.
Patience my virtuous friend. 

And so Day Three comes to an end. How many more days will my virtue remain victorious? Is there some other spiritual principle I’m missing?
Don’t tell me—let it be a surprise.

Kennedy Brown
November 6. 2017