Rewind; Trip to Washington, Sept 27th, 2018
The trek started with a decision. I could not shake this prompting that I had heard in my heart, long before I came to Westernport. Now, there was an urgency to pray for America more than I have ever felt. I was only a stones throw away from where the snake was ‘biting the heel’. “Lets do it”, I said to my cohort Don Stephens, “We have to go to Washington to pray.” It was a two and a half hour drive.
The dismal grey sky was really like no sky at all, no portal of blue to see or angel voices to shatter the gloominess. There was a quietness like a blanket of sadness on my soul. Where was my hope? Where could I find my good cheer?
Have you ever considered in the midst of rain and the storm that there will be a clear sky revealed afterwards?
It was Thursday, the night before the historic vote was to occur for the Supreme Court Judges appointment. Congress and the ‘many’ of America were focused on the confirmation hearing of Brett Kavanaugh which resembled a trial of travesty and spectacle that I could not watch. However, I have determined that I will not write a clever political commentary but pursue something useful that reflects on history and the lessons it can lead us to.
On this overcast night, the cloudiness seemed appropriate in portraying the feeling of the times. I was determined to break through somehow, to hear the voice of clear reasoning.
After getting off the subway and walking towards the Washington Mall, there was something that caught my attention in the middle of the field. An archway had just been installed with a description beside it. It loomed at me like some portal I could recognize. I recalled seeing it before. The description said it was ancient and even had a broken arch in the top almost looking ready to fall. But it was an exact replica of the original Palmyra Arch that was part of the Temple of Ba’al in Syria. Isis had destroyed it in 2015 and now here it was again propped up in defiance as a window to the Capital Building, obviously out of place. I gladly stood in the rain to denounce this crumbling artifact, that it would fully fall as it should. It has no place in American history. In 3 B.C. this arch was adjacent to a place of Ba’al worship, a place where infants were once offered (killed) in sacrifice. Ba’al worship became a dark part of Israel’s history which eventually led to their complete downfall. How will we escape such a judgment?
“And Eliyahu came near unto all the people, and said: ‘How long halt ye between two opinions? if the LORD be God, follow Him; but if Baal, follow him.’ And the people answered him not a word.” I Kings 18:21 (The Israel Bible™)
Why would we resurrect this arch at this time? Perhaps a reminder that we all have a part to play in history. Rituals for Ba’al were done by the pagan nations surrounding Israel in ancient times as a means to secure prosperity. Children were sacrificed accompanied with ritual prostitution, and this became accepted by Israel at times. There may be more at stake here than I dare to think.
David’s Tent (Tabernacle)
After surveying the landscape, hopping over puddles we headed over to David’s Tent to see if the King was present. As the drizzle of rain persisted I ducked inside. A small and scattered group was present and it was calm in the tent. A lone girl playing guitar accompanied with a drum was on the stage. I prayerfully sought the Lord and pressed into worship.
Awhile later, Don motioned to me to check out the open bible on the stand near the side of the stage. There it was open to Isaiah 6; and we read out loud together taking turns;
Isaiah, Chapter 6
1 In the year that King Uzziah died, then I saw YAHWEH sitting on a throne, high and lifted up. And His train filled the temple. 2 Above it stood the seraphim. Each one had six wings; with two he covered his face; and with two he covered his feet; and with two he flew. 3 And one cried to the other and said, Holy, holy, holy is YAHWEH of Hosts; all the earth is full of His glory! 4 And the doorposts shook from the voice of the one who cried; and the house was filled with smoke. 5 Then I said, Woe is me! For I am cut off; for I am a man of unclean lips,
and I paused in agreement with Isaiah, and cried in my spirit in Prayer, “yes Father, I am a man of unclean lips, how can I pray for this Nation of America, I am a man who is not righteous and cannot speak in truth”
(Isaiah continued) and I live amongst a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, YAHWEH of Hosts.
6 Then one of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal in his hand, snatched with tongs from the altar. 7 And he touched it on my mouth, and said, See, this has touched your lips; and your iniquity is taken away, and your sin is covered. 8 And I heard the voice of YAHWEH, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us? Then I said, Here I am. Send me!
I was both astounded at these words and greatly humbled, even though I had read them before,
I could not look up because these words had captured my heart, as I hope they do for you. I am all together familiar with Isaiah’s words, because I agreed with God, many years ago when I first heard the call, that I would go to the nations for Him.
9 And He said, Go and say to this people, Hearing you hear, but do not understand; and seeing you see, but do not know. 10 Make the heart of this people fat, and make his ears heavy, and shut his eyes, that he not see with his eyes, and hear with his ears, and understand with his heart, and turn back, and one heals him. (Math 13:13-15) 11 Then I said, Until when, O YAHWEH? And He said, Until cities lie desolate without inhabitant, and the houses without man, and the land is laid waste, a desolation; 12 and until YAHWEH has sent mankind far away, and the desolation in the midst of the land is great.
13 But yet a tenth shall be in it, and it shall return and be burned like the terebinth and like the oak that in being felled yet has its stump, the holy seed is its stump.
America is a shadow of it’s former glory as a Godly Nation.
This is the story and the history of Israel. Is it the story for America too. Like the oak tree that is cut down to it’s stump. The “tenth” is the remnant, and it will be further refined.
“Father, forgive us, We are a people of unclean lips.” I remember that King David asked, “who shall ascend unto the mountain of the Lord. He who has a clean heart and cast’s no slur upon his neighbor.” from Psalm 24
While praying there were songs led by the lone guitarist that echoed and reflected our prayers. Taking the blue flag out of the bucket by the stage I unfurled it, colors of iridescent aqua flowed out and I slowly waved it in the back of the tent. The music picked up tempo and resolve. This was David’s Tent where I would freely proclaim truth and victory as it was revealed to me. Waving the flag it flowed through the air resembling the current of a river. I am hoping and praying for God’s heart to be revealed for our nation, like a river of righteousness that flows from His throne of grace.
That is what I choose.
In recent times we have seen many words cast upon a man who was presented for inspection before the people in a court room hearing. History rhyming again. The man was selected to be a servant at the highest court in America. Then put through the fire.
Again we have plenty of ‘this and that’ with the ‘free speech’ of the people in this country and for me much of it resembles a mud bath, horrible words of derision and casting stones. I will say that those who are casting stones in this nation before others will be a witness to their own downfall. God will always have the last say. Yes, He is long-suffering and patient and merciful, and He is the highest judge in all the earth. I also read that those who are bearing false witness will heap justice upon themselves, again it is written, “you will reap what you sow.” Furthermore, God hates it. (Prov 6:16-19)
So, what shall we sow? There are rains coming in their due season and there is a time for everything under the sun. I will set my eyes upon the hills with my fellow servants and look to the harvest. There is a great song to be lifted up with thanksgiving for all that He has done for us. And there is freedom for those that choose to walk the path that Yashua has set before us. The greatest privilege I have as a son is to praise Him and pray for our leaders to walk the righteous path. With fear and trembling I pray that we will yet seek Him.
The battle goes on . . . to be continued.