BeLOnGings

“Deeply challenging and provoking. Thank you.”

After posting Jordan Peterson yesterday, I got the above message from a holy sister in Belfast.

Then this morning, March 2, in my reading of Proverbs chapter 2, what stood out was verse 2. There’s 222 again!

“So train your heart to listen when I speak and OPEN YOUR SPIRIT WIDE TO EXPAND YOUR DISCERNMENT— then pass it on to your sons and daughters.”

Having moved to the USA and been privileged to travel to all five continents and share across the denominational band width we have been wonderfully blessed to have been exposed to an amazing breadth of influences. Hebrews 5:14 talks about training ourselves “to distinguish good from evil.”

Hilary’s father was an great judge of character (after all he approved of me : – ) as is Hilary. Together I think we have we have something of a nose for “Good People” which is reflected in who we tend to seek out to listen to. This does not mean we agree with everything they say, we must always ask Father what to receive and what to leave, but there is some trust there to begin with, as we open our spirits wide to expand our discernment.

Last night in my sleep, I met and spoke with Dell Bigtree. I believe he’s another ‘good man’, not perfect, but with his heart in the right place. I have mentioned a number of other ‘good people’ over the years in the blogs who may be ‘out of the box’ or maybe that should be ‘out of the matrix’ since we have stopped watching ‘the box’, that God has been using to speak to us.

God of course can speak to us through anyone, good or evil…….. In fact through anything.……like this morning’s GreenMedinfo meme : – )

It occurred to me that the river I saw flowing out of Canada in the north……..and then to New Zealand in the south, is the JORDAN RIVER, as incarnated in two people…. both named Jordan.

I was confirmed in this sense when I discovered that the first of these Jordans, Jordan Peterson the Canadian Professor of Psychology is due to lecture here in Minneapolis next week : – )

In recent years many, many people, especially young men adrift in today’s turbulent world, have found Peterson to be a source of solid truth, tested wisdom and heartfelt kindness that has helped them find direction and meaning as they navigate the storms of life. J.P. does not peddle in untested lies, but in lived truth.

Last week I had the privilege of sitting in a living room as part of a surreal circle of dark skinned, black robed men, heavy crosses dangling from their necks, and long grey beards from their chins! These noble priests were from the Ethiopian, the Armenian, the Coptic and the Indian Orthodox churches. The subject of our conversation together was, “What is the church?”

Seeking for truth in scriptures and tradition they lamented how many among their congregations, and clergy too, had settled for the building, the weekly service, the ethnic culture, the institution, stopping short of the ‘called out company’ of dissidents that the word ‘Ekklesia’ describes.

(We determined last Sunday in our home fellowship to begin studying the highly relevant book, “Live Not By Lies” by another Orthodox priest, Rod Dreher. It’s subtitle is, “A handbook for Christian dissidents.”)

Toward the end of our conversation, Father Jacob talked about the visions of “The Shepherd of Hermas.” who described a tower being built on the river of the Holy Spirit. The tower was the Church, and the stones of which it is built, are the faithful.

This grabbed may attention, because a few weeks ago I had an unusual dream in which I was in a tower that had been built on a river. In my dream the tower was being shaken and loose stones where falling away! When I awoke the scripture that came was, “Once again I am shaking the heavens and the earth, so that that which cannot be shaken will remain….Since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken let us be thankful and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire.”“(Heb. 12:26-29)

One of the most rehearsed verses from scripture in our day is 2 Chron.7:14. “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and see my face and turn from their wicked ways…..” I have been thinking about how it does NOT say. “If my people, who call themselves, by my name…..”

In these days many who have called themselves Christian or Christian leaders seem to have fallen away, in that they have failed to live up to what I would call ‘The Peterson test’ of courage, truth and action, whereas he, who would not dare to call himself a Christian, seems to exhibit in bucketfuls these ‘Christ’ qualities, as well as the ‘reverence and awe’ of Hebrews 12.

Could humility, prayer, seeking out the truth, and costly repentance, be descriptive in determining who God recognizes as his own, as much as directive for those who take that name to themselves?

When asked by the interviewer, “Are you a prophet?” Peterson replies, “I don’t see myself as a religious leader.” Yet I believe the river of God evidently flows through this man who does not take to himself any title such as Priest or Pastor, Apostle or Prophet, Archbishop or Pope.

I know I need to apply ‘the Peterson test’ to myself first, lest I find as one who carries Christ’s name and gospel, I have become ‘fake news’

Interestingly our house was built by a man also called Peterson. We were told he laid a foundation of 250 tons of crushed rock….. three feet deep and laser leveled! We have often used this to illustrate the importance of solid foundations so that when the shaking comes……we will stand, because we have bowed….. as the first Peter did, to King Jesus, whom he saw by revelation as “The Christ, the Son of the living God”

Bear in mind Psalm 2 as you listen to this shorter piece…

As this Jordan River flows from Canada in the North, this same river that I identified flowing to New Zealand in the South, finds another namesake in that country…… which I will write about in the next blog.

“O send out your LIGHT and your TRUTH; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling.” (Ps.43:3)

The last blog about our ‘The Sons of LIGHT‘ experiences on 2/22/22, featured Robin’s song “……There’s a LIGHT” and the story of Hilary and Mike having cataracts removed so the LIGHT could shine into their eyes again, so they could see more truly.

I subsequently discovered this 2/22/22 was also the day when TRUTH Social media app was launched. This new platform where content will not be censored aims to provide a window through which the world can escape the ‘propaganda’ of corrupt Big Tech and Big Media and receive LIGHT in order to discover the TRUTH about what is really going on in our world.

I resonated strongly with the LIGHT and TRUTH of this prophecy by Johnny Enlow,

I re-read the January 22th and 26th blogs where I wrote about God’s displeasure with church leaders. Johnny Enlow elaborates on this as he speaks about Jubilee and Justice. I also referenced the song “You Came to Me”

The song concludes,

He’ll come for me; The time is drawing near

When the KING and JUDGE of all the earth in glory shall appear.

He’ll come for me; and all the world will see.

This MOST HIGH KING of LOVE; He’ll come for you and me.

Please listen to the song……

Now let me tell you the story of how on last TWOsday…….2/22/22, we were overwhelmed with encouragement….. so you too can be encouraged!

Just to remind you….. the number 22 represents “Sons of LIGHT”

When I posted the photo of the Canberra last Tuesday and spoke about our ‘St. Brendan’s sailing adventure in life‘, I had no idea that Robin would post his song with the above photo, also of a ship, that same day!

Each of us have a personal adventure where God ADds to us as we VENTURE out with faith in him to sail through the storms of life. This song and the others that comprise Robin’s shortly to be released album “The Rubicon is a Red River”, expresses what has been added to him through the storms of the last few years.

Last TWOsday also ‘just happened’ to be the TIME Hilary was given to have her right eye operated on to remove a cataract. It had been rapidly darkening her sight. The operation was not a day too soon!

It is Hilary’s habit as we are getting dressed in the morning to listen to the bible being read. Twossday 2/22 ‘just happened’ to be TIME for Revelation 22. Revelation 22:2 says,

“…and the leaves of the trees are for the healing of the nations.”

It is also our habit to read a Psalm together every morning. So as we drove to the appointment it ‘just happened’ to be TIME for Psalm 42. Hilary read,

“My deep need calls out to the deep kindness of your love. Your waterfall of weeping sent waves of sorrow over my soul, carrying me away, cascading over me like a thundering CATARACT.

Wow! We didn’t know cataracts were in the bible!!

It continued,

“All through the day Yahweh has commanded his endless love to pour over me. Through the night I sing his songs and my praises.”

When”Overwhelmed” by a cascade of trouble, God “Overwhelms” us with the cascade of his love!’

We drove along Highway 65. Isaiah 65:1 reads, “I revealed myself to those who did not ask for me; I was found by those who did not seek me. To a nation that did not call on my name, I said, ‘Here am I, here am I.’“

This speaks of God opening our eyes to see Him! “For God who said, “Let LIGHT shine out of darkness” made his LIGHT shine in our hearts to give us the LIGHT of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.” (2 Cor.4:6)

Listen again to the 222 song’s refrain…...”There’s a LIGHT………”

We returned home.

I received two unexpected phone calls that afternoon.

One was from an old friend. He was at an all time low point in his life but said he had just received a glimmer of hope. I suggested Robin’s song released that day was God’s word for him and sent him the link. Later that night I got this email,

“You were right. The whole thing speaks to my soul. Thanks for letting me know about it, and if you get the chance, please tell Robin that for me. I’m just sitting here alone listening to it over and over. God is good.”

The second phone call was from a dear brother in New Zealand. As we talked I told him about Hilary’s cataract operation on her right eye and how God had ordered that she receive sight as ‘a son of light’ on the 22nd. Mike chuckled, “Paul, yesterday, which was the 22nd here in New Zealand, I received a letter from my doctor ordering an operation for a cataract on my left eye!”

Hilary’s operations to give her back her sight was made possible by a kind gift from a brother and sister of $10,000.

10 is the Re-establishment of God’s order and 1000 God’s glory.

God is restoring sight so we can see his glory.

To ‘restore’ means to return things not just to the way they were, but ‘to the way they were meant to be.‘ This is God’s “New Normal.”

When Hilary’s left eye which had been operated on 2 weeks ago was tested she had almost 20/20 vision. This has always been her ‘bad eye’ She has never been able to see much out of it before! Now it is as it was always meant to be! Thank you Father! We anticipate the same restoration for the right eye over the next few days!

Two of our children had ‘strabismus’ (squints) in childhood. One in the left and one in the right. We learned that if you do not have both eyes functioning, the brain only sees in two dimensions. When we have both right and left eyes functioning we have depth perception.

This is what God is restoring, ‘sight’ not just physically for Hilary and Mike personally, but spiritually for his ‘body’, and for others all around the globe!

P.S. I mentioned in a P.S. blog on 2/2/22 the 2 emails I received from Lydia in Wales and Tom in Duluth that Twos-day.

I received this subsequent email from Lydia this last Tuesday morning…..2/22/22

Then I recalled a line from a previous email from Tom, “This coming FEB.22 marks the 49th anniversary of the day God called my name in a movie theater in Duluth. The rest is my experience in “HIs Story”.

Tom went on to say, “I am very happy to be linked with Lydia in Wales.”

Lydia has for several years been bedridden with “M.E.”

The number 49 is a Jubilee number.……. The word Jubilee occurs 22 times in scripture.

Can we all agree together with Tom and Lydia that this is a sign that it is now Lydia’s TIME to experience a personal Jubilee?

P.P.S. I have never said this before, but would suggest if you found this blog an encouragement that you pass the encouragement on to others for their En-LIGHT-en-ment!………. Thank You : – )

After posting the last blog which landed us all in Canberra Australia, Father reminded me about my relationship with Canberra. Let me share that story briefly for your encouragement.

The only project I can remember doing at Gilnahirk Primary School was building a model of the Canberra sailing ship out of balsa wood. The only thing I can remember about that, was the teacher’s comment, “Are you not finished yet Kyle?” which is likely why it is the only project I can remember, as I was still sanding away at the ship’s big hull, while others had moved on to their next project!

Like the Titanic, the Canberra was proudly built at Harland and Wolf shipyard in Belfast. It cost 17m. pounds and was named on 17th March 1958 for the federal capital of Australia. It was originally built as one of the last Ocean Liners carrying people between the UK and Australia. For all the hours I spent creating my model I never imagined our St Brendan’s sailing adventure in life…….. that would end up taking us to Canberra, Australia!

We had been invited to share at a conference organized by The Servants of Jesus in Sydney. After making a presentation on repentance, forgiveness and reconciliation, a lady approached me eager to talk. She said her name had also been Kyle.

Her family had been Protestant from Northern Ireland and she had committed the ‘unforgivable sin’ of marrying a Catholic. As a result she said her family disowned her and wanted nothing more to do with her. We had a very tender time of prayer applying what I had just taught on repentance and forgiveness, where I as a representative of the Kyles and the Protestants asked for her forgiveness. It was a beautiful time of healing and reconciliation and the beginning of a friendship that resulted in her inviting our family to visit her family in her home in Canberra.

We had a wonderful time of family fellowship there, the opportunity to share the gospel of reconciliation with hundreds of children at a school, and occasion to climb up to the front door of the Parliament Building, the scene of the drama in the last blog, and sing……..

“Lord Jesus we enthrone you we proclaim you are King…of Australia!”

As this came back to me during the night ….Father drew may attention back to the first name of this lady, whose maiden name had been Kyle…..

It was Carmel.

He said to me that just as I had reported in the blog on a contest in Canberra involving fire (microwave heat weapons being used by the Satanic forces!)….. to remember what happened in the contest on MOUNT CARMEL.

There Elijah’s God proved to be more than a match for the prophets of Baal!

The enemy’s goal has always been to divide and conquer. In this city where we experienced the miracle of God over the years and miles orchestrating a wonderful healing and reconciliation we proved personally that the enemy’s plan to steal, kill and destroy will fail…… and God’s plan through Christ to reconcile all things to himself, will succeed. (Col.1:18.20)

Hallelujah! God wins!

P.P.S. I found the above photo ‘randomly’ on the internet, and knew it confirmed this blog, as our good friend William Millar who reads the blog, also hails and sails out of Belfast : – )

Maori People of New Zealand Perform Haka War Dance in Protest Against Forced Vaccination

Another country Hilary and I have grown to love is New Zealand. It’s Maori name is Aotearoa which means “The land of the long white cloud.”

We were first invited to New Zealand in 2000 by Fred. it was the year 2000, and our 25th wedding anniversary.

I mentioned in the last blog about the importance of protocol. Eccles.8:5.6, says, “…and the wise heart will know the proper time and procedure. For there is a proper time and procedure for every matter.”

Fred is a remarkable man in many ways, not least in that he is a direct descendant of the first white child born in New Zealand at Keri Keri. As such he perfectly represents the ‘pakeha’ (European New Zealander)

When we landed at the airport in Auckland the first thing Fred felt prompted to do was take us to the museum to witness the traditional Maori welcoming ceremony. There were over a hundred people in the room but when they went looking for a representative visitor to welcome, lo and behold, they picked me! Hilary too was invited up to the stage to join with the Maori ladies in their accompanying dance!

We felt both privileged and now prepared, Father having orchestrated the proper protocol for us to enter the country through the appropriate ‘doors’, to now fulfill our assignment.

10 years later in 2010, visiting again on our 35th wedding anniversary, we had been kept busy with people, and so at the end of the trip I said to Hilary, “Why don’t you pick somewhere away from people where we can simply relax.” She ‘stuck a pin on the map.” so as to speak, and we found ourselves in a hotel at ‘The Bay of Islands’.

Our room was on the ground floor with a door leading directly into the grounds, and so I wandered out to explore. Within a few minutes I found myself standing outside a distinctive historic building and reading on a noticeboard about how this was the place where the foundational Treaty of Waitangi had been signed.

At dawn the next morning I again stepped out of our room and walked to the little beach at the end of the freshly mown lawn. As I plunged beneath the water and rose again to the surface the scene in front of my eyes was strikingly familiar. I realized it was the nearest I’d ever seen in ‘real life’ to the painting Colin Davidson had done to illustrate our Good Mornin’ Dad album! As we continued to read, look and listen we came to understand the significance of all this.

That little beach was where the first missionary from Australia had landed. He was known as “The flogging pastor” I suppose that says it all! The man who had come to represent to the indigenous people the “Christian God” was anything but God’s “smiling face.” depicted in the song “Good Mornin’ Dad.”

I said Fred is a remarkable man. Another aspect of this is how he so beautifully expresses the loving, giving, generous nature of God our heavenly Father.”

Hilary and I realized part of God’s plan in issuing the invitation through Fred to bring us to this place at this time was that we might repent on behalf of the church for our failure to truly represent to the people what their loving heavenly Father was really like and to pray for an awakening, that people might see His ‘smiling face’

The Treaty of Waitangi had been revealed to be an example of deceit and theft by the British Crown. (Click on article and links at the top) So on all our visits we knew we had been sent, to acknowledge and to invite the true King of Aoteroa, King Jesus, to come and take his place in this place.

On one occasion we were invited by Les and Barbara from Northern Ireland to visit their church in Marlborough, the famous wine growing region. That Sunday afternoon I remember Les’ eagerness for us to climb to the top of the highest point in the region overlooking the vineyards and sing at the top of our voices, “Lord Jesus We Enthrone You…we proclaim you are King….. of New Zealand.” One of the other tourists, recognizing the song, came over to join us in the proclamation and prayer!

As we sang it again at the church service that evening, a Maori sister had a vision. She said, “I see King Jesus coming……. on a “long white cloud”

It seems that in these days, the spirit of the ‘flogging pastor’ has raised his/her ugly, devilish head once again in Aotearoa!

While the ceremony I participated in on our first visit concluded with a kindly pressing of noses and a loving sharing of breath, welcoming friends, the ‘war haka (peruperu) response to the current tyranny reminds me of Proverbs 30:33″……as twisting the nose produces blood, so stirring up anger produces strife.”

The Hebrew idiom for God being “slow to anger” (Ex.34:6) is he has ‘a long nose’. The flaring of the nostrils marks the beginning of anger that then spreads to be expressed on the whole angry face. We are told God is slow to anger, and when his passion is aroused we know he is never ‘bad tempered’ but his ‘wrath’ is always directed by his essential nature of love.

Yesterday there was a knock on the door. As I opened it our neighbor John burst in, nostrils flaring, and burst out, “Boy is God MAD!!!!” He then described how the evil ‘flogging pastor‘ had just manifested in Australia where the government had used microwave weapons to ‘cook’ their people.

https://rumble.com/vv2kyv-evidence-emerges-of-war-crimes-committed-in-canberra-microwave-energy-weapo.html

John worked on the farm as a boy and wasn’t able to learn to read, but we have found that as Bob Jones said to Hilary,“You have the same gift I have. – You can smell the devil”

In Australia that is the smell of burning human flesh.

I believe John is right, “God is MAD!!!”

The sign in front of the incensed Maori warriors controlled performance of the ‘war haka’ reads……. “JUSTICE”.

The time has indeed come for the arrogant ‘kings of the earth’ to bow to “the King and Judge of ALL the earth” as Bablyon crumbles, and the King and the Kingdom of God comes….. on earth as it is in heaven!

I realize now the meaning of this number plate that has been in our driveway for a number of years…..

¹ The Lord is a God who avenges.
    O God who avenges, shine forth.
² Rise up, Judge of the earth;
    pay back to the proud what they deserve.
³ How long, Lord, will the wicked,
    how long will the wicked be jubilant?

⁴ They pour out arrogant words;
    all the evildoers are full of boasting.
⁵ They crush your people, Lord;
    they oppress your inheritance.
⁶ They slay the widow and the foreigner;
    they murder the fatherless.
⁷ They say, “The Lord does not see;
    the God of Jacob takes no notice.”

⁸ Take notice, you senseless ones among the people;
    you fools, when will you become wise?
⁹ Does he who fashioned the ear not hear?
    Does he who formed the eye not see?
¹⁰ Does he who disciplines nations not punish?
    Does he who teaches mankind lack knowledge?
¹¹ The Lord knows all human plans;
    he knows that they are futile.

¹² Blessed is the one you discipline, Lord,
    the one you teach from your law;
¹³ you grant them relief from days of trouble,
    till a pit is dug for the wicked.
¹⁴ For the Lord will not reject his people;
    he will never forsake his inheritance.
¹⁵ Judgment will again be founded on righteousness,
    and all the upright in heart will follow it.

¹⁶ Who will rise up for me against the wicked?
    Who will take a stand for me against evildoers?
¹⁷ Unless the Lord had given me help,
    I would soon have dwelt in the silence of death.
¹⁸ When I said, “My foot is slipping,”
    your unfailing love, Lord, supported me.
¹⁹ When anxiety was great within me,
    your consolation brought me joy.

²⁰ Can a corrupt throne be allied with you—
    a throne that brings on misery by its decrees?
²¹ The wicked band together against the righteous
    and condemn the innocent to death.
²² But the Lord has become my fortress,
    and my God the rock in whom I take refuge.
²³ He will repay them for their sins
    and destroy them for their wickedness;
    the Lord our God will destroy them.

Even so…… Come quickly Lord Jesus!

P.S. I appreciated the feedback from my Canadian readers after the last blog, including the correction that St. John’s is in Newfoundland, and it is St. John in New Brunswick (Thank you Steve and Paula!)

I would love to get feedback (and more correction) from our dear friends in New Zealand and Australia who read the blog. Our love and prayers go out to you all ‘Down Under’ at this time, that you will all soon be “Up and Over”

My Father, Gilbert wasn’t given to dreaming, or maybe I should say, to sharing his dreams with us. The only one I can remember was when we pressed him, “When you were a boy Dad, what did you want to be when you grew up?”

“A Mountie.” He replied.

Well we never did emigrate to Canada, and he was buried just a mile or two from where he was born, in Gilnahirk, on the outskirts of Belfast.

The Gaelic name, “Gilnahirk” means “The hill of the horn blower’

When Bob Jones prophecied to me “I see you sounding a trumpet throughout the land.” I knew at least part of that prophecy was a reference to the song, “Lord Jesus We Enthrone You.”

I taught it one night at our Gilnahirk Fellowship. That was it! But the wind of the Spirit picked it up, on “the hill of the horn blower” and within a matter of weeks I discovered it had literally, circled the globe!

One afternoon, after our family had made the decision that we should move to North America, I went for a run up the Gilnahirk Hill, past the graveyard.

It had been raining hard, and as I dug in, to climb the steep hill, a torrent of water came pouring down the “sheugh”*

I heard The Lord say,

“It will flow out of the North”

I knew he was talking about the flood of the Holy Spirit.

He brought this prophecy back to me the other night, and as I reflected on the developments north of the border, He began to point out why Hilary and I have both been deeply moved (like so many) by what is currently happening in Canada.

As we shared together the next morning, she reminded me that her ‘spirit had gone out’ toward Canada before mine, when as a teenager she chose ‘Canada’ as the subject for her Queen’s Guide Award project. She in fact made it there before I did, with the Queen’s University ladies hockey team, playing all the way across from Montreal to Vancouver Island, and visiting old school friends along the way who had emigrated west…….. many years before we would.

We ended up calculating that between the two of us we had been given 10 assignments in Canada. You’ll recall #10 keeps cropping up for us. It is the number for “Re-establishing God’s order”

Each of these trips were accompanied by ‘signs following.’

For example in 2008 we attended a family wedding in St JOHN’S, New Brunswick. It was the first of 8 weddings we would attend that summer where each of the weddings corresponded to the 8 MIRACLE SIGNS in John’s gospel which in turn prophecy of the 8 DAYS OF TABERNACLES.

So the first of the ‘miracle signs’, in St. John’s gospel, the changing of water into wine at the WEDDING in CANA,………..corresponded to our first WEDDING in CANA-da in St. John’s!

This sign points to how we will be changed at the coming of the Lord (1 These. 4)

On another occasion our flight within Canada was delayed, and we had an unexpected layover in Montreal. We decided to have some lunch, and so picked a table outside a Downtown restaurant.

Then in the middle of my meal, “CLUNK!”

……..a piece of brick had fallen off the building – and landed on my plate!!

“So what does this mean Father?” We asked.

“I’ve got work for you to do here.” He replied. “Building work!”

Because time was limited, I ran through the streets and up to the top of the Mount for which the city was named, the Mount Royal.

An obscure monument at the top identified the different nationalities that had founded the city and I realized I had a claim to being a citizen of each one!

But even more importantly, God had orchestrated that a few years earlier Hilary and I be ‘arrested’ by leaders of the indigenous Ojibwe people from the region, befriended by them, and then given a ‘Joshua’ commission…… that wherever we would place our feet on his behalf, God would give the land!

So commissioned by the Lord, and also by his assigned ‘stewards’ of the region, I proceeded to circle the top of the Royal Mountain of The King, singing, first in English

Lord Jesus we enthrone You, We proclaim You are King

……………and then in French,

Jesu, nous t’adorons. O Jesu notre Roi.

I knew that this was what Father meant by the “Building Work”…....

“And as we worship build a throne.

And as we worship build a throne.

And as we worship build a throne.”

I realized that what God had seeded in Gilbert senior’s heart had to wait a generation to find fulfillment when by His orchestration, Gilbert junior came to the right place at the right time, and as we have done similarly on all 5 continents, used the ‘trumpet’ we had been given, to pray the ‘Caim’** over the land.

So as “God’s Mountie”, with the authority He had granted, from the Royal Mount on earth to the Royal Mount in heaven, I then issued the invitation,

“Come Lord Jesus and take Your place…..in this place….as King of CANADA.“

The last time we travelled across the border to Canada was to escort our dear sister Carolyn who was being ‘replanting’ back in her homeland. Our two cars were ‘packed to the gills.’ The girls drove together and I was alone, so I had hours to worship and pray. It was not lost on me that the major stretch along which we were driving was called The King’s Highway. So once again I knew it was a ‘set up’ to issue the invitation to King Jesus, to come and take His place – in CANADA!

I realized that it was probably along that same King’s Highway that many of the TRUCKERS have recently come. I believe their coming as the FREEDOM Convoy is an answer to the prayers of many people over the years, including ourselves, for Canada, that there would “FLOW OUT OF THE NORTH” – the ‘River of LOVE.’

From this song, which I quoted last week, the chorus resounds…..

Flow River flow, into a mighty sea.

Flow River flow, setting the captives FREE

Flow River flow, soon ALL THE WORLD will see

This River of God, this River of GRACE and MERCY

This River of God, this River flows out through you and me.***

*https://www.irishslang.info/fermanagh/fermanagh/sheugh-shuck

**https://newedenministry.com/2020/09/13/caim/

*** There is A River. The Trek CD

After my last P.S., Katey wrote from Ireland,

“Bit Big Brotherish you seeing me look at your blog. Good I trust you!”

Please be reassured when I check in on the ‘Audience’ once a week I only see a name or email address, and as I look down the list my heart is filled with joy at the names of these friends from all over the globe and the years. It’s my opportunity to give thanks to the Lord for each of you, and pray his ongoing blessing toward you.

No control, just care : – )

Love,

Paul and Hilary

…………..I wrote the above follow up P.S. blog a few days ago, but didn’t feel released to post it – until now that is! Then last night I watched this video update by Amazing Polly, warning the Truckers about what she perceives to be a power grab by a small group of self-serving, money orientated, opportunists. Time will tell.

Our Katey’s concern is very legitimate in these days when God’s Chosen Community which moves forward on the two legs of “Walking in the light” and “Walking in covenant love” can be so easily counterfeited by the powers that seek to twist the truth and control others.

One thing leads to another…………

I spoke with a good friend in New Mexico after posting the last P.S. blog, about the number 44 representing the Chosen. He and his wife have both experienced within a few weeks the trauma of a parent dying, resulting in them having to make some major life decisions. He shared how they had experienced Father’s “beautifully precise and personal care” guiding them in these decisions…… and then the blog arrived answering the question he had been asking for some time about the meaning of the number 44 which kept cropping up in his life. The blog confirmed that he was indeed, “Chosen”

….. But I also realized that not only was HE chosen but that THEY were chosen – chosen to be together as husband and wife, and that WE were chosen to be together as brothers and sisters through countless ups and downs over these 27 years!

It only takes 27 hours at the FREEDOM! retreat for the same spiritual and relational reality to begin to form.

Sitting in a circle at the close of this intense experience we pass the cross pictured above around, giving each one the opportunity to give testimony to what the retreat has meant for them. Beyond comments about personal breakthroughs, “Fellowship as it’s meant to be” is an oft heard comment as our Father works yet again, ‘the miracle of community‘ in our midst. Yet each one has ‘paid their dues’ as they have come in humility and with courage to seek help from the Lord through their brothers and sisters who ‘walk in the light’ as they ‘get real’ in testifying about their own journeys from darkness to light.

The retreat starts with a focus on Paul’s words in Ephesians 1 about being Chosen. Although each one needs to first grasp this in a uniquely personal way, look how Paul writes this truth,

“Blessed be the God and Father of OUR Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed US in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places even as he CHOSE US before the foundation of the earth that WE should be holy and blameless before him.“

Hilary and I have been catching up on the episodes of The Chosen series whose success has been another miracle. What a great title, because although Jesus was The Chosen One it begs the question so “Who then are these ones he has chosen?”

Much of the story revolves around the refining process overseen by Jesus as the relationships develop between these diverse characters who are often ‘butting heads’ Yet they are destined to become bonded together as the future apostolic foundation of the ‘dwelling place’ God is going to build with ‘living stones’ to become ‘The Community of the King’. (When we were given that name “Community of the King” for our fellowship in Belfast it was not to describe who we were, but whose we were. We knew there was much work to be done for us to become, a true reflection of King Jesus, to whom we had bowed the knee.)

I have started reading a book that just came into my hands, by being rescued from a box, destined for the local ‘Thrift Store’!

When I opened it up, and the front cover snapped off (to become a useful bookmark : – ) I realized it had sat for 30 years without ever being read. It’s time was now! Just as Humility was the Andrew Murray classic that burning itself into my soul at the start of my journey, it was as if this was his ‘bookend’ book for me! The Power of The Blood of Jesus describes the golden thread in scripture of this foundational fountain…….. that I remembered I had written about in a song.

There is a river whose streams make glad the City of our God

A river of love that’s flowing now from his throne above

Even the foulest sinner is covered by his blood

So join me as I run and dive into redemption’s flood! **

With spiritual warfare at a height within God’s creation we need to remember the description of The Community of the Chosen in Rev. 12. “THEY overcame him……. by the BLOOD of the lamb, and by the word of THEIR TESTIMONY.”

Oh and yes, that most important line…….”and they loved not their lives unto death.” That essential ingredient that is recognizable in every member of that CHOSEN COMMUNITY – and depicted in the Orthodox cross above, where life blossoms out of death.

Indeed it is “As we walk in the LIGHT as he is in the LIGHT then we have fellowship with one another and the BLOOD of Christ cleanses us from all sin.”

This is God’s prescribed pathway to experience the miracle of His Chosen Community, that we,

.…………..WALK IN HIS LIGHT and that we TRUST IN HIS BLOOD.

I noticed the latest merch’ from The Chosen highlights a line Jesus is given to speak after offending the corrupt, self serving, establishment leaders by breaking their man made traditions in order to remain faithful and true to his heavenly Father.

“Sometimes you gotta stir up the water.” he explains to the disciples, as he walks in the shadow of three crucified men. He knows this is where his destiny will lead. This ‘brood of vipers” will instigate his death. He will submit to the cross. Then as he bears the sins of the whole world he will speak the words, “Father forgive them for they know not what they do.”

This too is how we are called to walk as His Chosen Community.

Father confirmed I should post the following video by Canada’s Amazing Polly when I got to minute 47. An immigrant from Romania says to a Trucker,

“Please don’t leave. Please stay. GOD CHOSE YOU to free this country.”

“I know He did.” The Trucker replies.

We have never lived in a communist country but visited Romania on a skiing trip just before the fall of the Ceaușescu regime. We sampled the terror of tyranny in our hotel room the final night. We were praying for and gifting a bible to our beloved instructor, when there was knock on the door. The color drained from his face as room service entered with our order. When the waiter left Gelu explained to us that it was against the rules for him to be there and that every other person was in the employ of the SS. Thereafter a photo of Gelu remained on our fridge door for many years as the family fervently prayed for his safety and his salvation, That is one story I cannot wait to hear the ending of!

How inspiring to see God’s sons and daughters of LIGHT, being formed into a Community of the Chosen and ‘stirring up the waters’ as they hold fast in humility and with courage to a testimony that we pray will reveal the wisdom, power and love of God in Christ Jesus!

2 of you picked up on this!

…….Tom in Duluth and Lydia in Wales, who wrote, “Happy Twosday! 2.2.22! Made me think of ur blog.“

I can check who is opening and reading the blog each time. This morning I noticed a lot of folk had clicked on it 2 times.

I counted 44 of you….. that would be 22 + 22.

44 represents ‘Chosen’

Time to ‘Arise and Shine’ all you “Sons of Light” : – )