Saturday, August 3, 2024

Because if I'm Rite, I'm Wrong

On Saturday, September 2, 2017 at 9:37 p.m. the pre-covenant-me went to bed knowing roughly 24 hours from now the post-covenant-me would do the same. I also knew that the guy that went to bed on the 3rd better be a different guy than was now laying down on the 2nd. Not at all unlike baptism's immersion into water, tonight’s pre-covenant sleep would, in my mind, symbolize the death really of the natural-man, the old man of sin, and tomorrow’s post-covenant-me should not just symbolize but actually be a man who has walked into a new life in Christ.

 

And so, I answered Yes when, in my estimation, a proxy for God posed the following: If you agree, please stand wherever you are located, either here or in a remote location, to be recognized and numbered by God and His angels. All those standing please confirm you are willing to accept this covenant by saying, Yes.

 

He then gave a description of the man who should be going to bed tonight.

 

Now, hear the words of the Lord to those who receive this covenant this day: 

 

All you who have turned from your wicked ways and repented of your evil doings, of lying and deceiving, and of all whoredoms, and of secret abominations, idolatries, murders, priestcrafts, envying, and strife, and from all wickedness and abominations, and have come unto me, and been baptized in my name, and have received a remission of your sins, and received the Holy Ghost, are now numbered with my people who are of the house of Israel. I say to you: 

 

Teach your children to honor me. 

 

Seek to recover the lost sheep remnant of this land and of Israel and no longer forsake them. Bring them unto me and teach them of my ways, to walk in them. 

 

And I, the Lord your God, will be with you and will never forsake you and I will lead you in the path which will bring peace to you in the troubling season now fast approaching. 

I will raise you up and protect you, abide with you, and gather you in due time, and this shall be a land of promise to you as your inheritance from me. 

 

The Earth will yield her increase, and you will flourish upon the mountains and upon the hills, and the wicked will not come against you because the fear of the Lord will be with you. 

 

I will visit my house, which the remnant of my people shall build, and I will dwell therein, to be among you, and no one will need to say, Know ye the Lord, for you all shall know me, from the least to the greatest. 

 

I will teach you things that have been hidden from the foundation of the world and your understanding will reach unto Heaven.

 

And you shall be called the children of the Most High God, and I will preserve you against the harvest.

  

And the angels sent to harvest the world will gather the wicked into bundles to be burned, but will pass over you as my peculiar treasure.

 

But if you do not honor me, nor seek to recover my people Israel, nor teach your children to honor me, nor care for the poor among you, nor help lighten one another’s burdens, then you have no promise from me and I will raise up other people who will honor and serve me and give unto them this land, and if they repent I will abide with them. 

 

The time is now far spent, therefore labor with me and do not forsake my covenant to perform it; study my words and let them be the standard for your faith and I will add thereto many treasures. Love one another and you will be mine, and I will preserve you, and raise you up, and abide with you for ever. 

AMEN. 

 

Damn, I said to myself, is that the man that's going to bed tonight? The one who just signed on to a deal to behave and act now as if the future is already a reality? 

 

In one month from today, it will be seven years later. Time and distance have given opportunity to behave and act as if the future is already here. 

 

Hmmm… Sometimes I wonder - Which man is going to bed tonight? 

 

Am I pre or post? Did I merely fulfill an initiation rite?

 

Because if I’m Rite, I’m Wrong.

 

Signed

John The-Not-So-Beloved

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