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Night Whispers - October 10

  • 2019 Oct 10

Night Whispers Devotional


Dream word – LISTEN

Luke 21:25-28

“And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; Men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken. And then shall they see the Son of man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.” KJV.

The whispering word

Outside my window, tall and solid, sentinel like in standing and spreading its rich red, fruit laden branches, is a “whispering tree”. Warding off witches and wafting its knowledge in the warm autumn wind, through the slight crack of my one ajar’d window pane, its ancient words land with feather like gentleness upon my listening ears. They say, “Be ready. Look up. For your salvation draweth nigh.”Yes, Rowan, the ancient and scarlet clad woman of autumn, is now ready to speak her secrets to all who shall take the time to listen.

As I write this whisper on this autumn day of 2008, the global financial crash is already beginning to bite. The world shall never be the same again and soon, the tsunamious repercussions of all our gaudy greed shall wet the lowland waiting fields, though they shall never wipe their face again. Yet still, amidst the shocking turmoil, talked up on all our 24-hour, astonished and fear-filled news channels, there is not one head that is turned to God. Not one eye that looketh up. Not one mouth that cries to God for help. My God! Even the church sits stupefyingly quiet, saucer-eyed and gormless, twitching toddler-like in its dung-filled nappy, sucking on a yellow plastic hammer. It has nothing to say. For what can it say? It regressed into an imbecilic infancy long, long time ago, when in its old and aged, worldly wisdom, it took on “inoffensive safety” as its nanny and the virgin of “acceptant spirituality” to lie between its sheets  and keep warm its old and cold, most impotent of feet.

The banquet of the Rowan tree, the bird catcher, filled the bellies of those feather ideas of the heavens with orange flesh and rich seedlings in small coal black jackets. These same full birds, then on their travels of speaking testimony to the goodness of God, fertilisingly deposit in the waiting arches of other trees, high crags, weather split rocks, and all the hard to reach and impossible places of the earth all the possibilities of a rich red goodness. Taking root, these small fresh trees, these so called “flying Rowans” become even more mythical and valuable in their prowess and their power. Revealed secrets you see. Implanted words, when they produce a crop in the most unlikeliest of places, take on miraculous power of their own. The ancients knew this.

The Bible is a Rowan tree which whispers its secrets to all who hungrily sit beneath its rich and hanging, red fruit bending boughs. The Word of God is a seed to be planted, a red fruit to be sought after full of orange sun, and its squeezed juices, when mingled with our daily wine, shall make us glad indeed. To all who love the Lord then and also long for His appearing, I say that now, yes now more than any other, is the time to sit beneath His Rowan tree word and listen to His whispers for there are things you need to know. He who has ears to hear, let him hear.

Listen: “A word came to me in secret — a mere whisper of a word, but I heard it clearly. It came in a scary dream one night,after I had fallen into a deep, deep sleep. Dread stared me in the face, and Terror. I was scared to death — I shook from head to foot. A spirit glided right in front of me — the hair on my head stood on end. I couldn't tell what it was that appeared there — a blur . . . and then I heard a muffled voice: ‘How can mere mortals be more righteous than God? How can humans be purer than their Creator? Why, God doesn't even trust his own servants,doesn't even cheer his angels, So how much less these bodies composed of mud,fragile as moths? These bodies of ours are here today and gone tomorrow,and no one even notices — gone without a trace. When the tent stakes are ripped up, the tent collapses — we die and are never the wiser for having lived.’” - (Job 4:12-21 THE MESSAGE )

Pray: Teach me, O Lord, the way of Your statutes, and I shall keep it to the end. Give me understanding, and I shall keep Your law; Indeed, I shall observe it with my whole heart. Make me walk in the path of Your commandments, for I delight in it. Incline my heart to Your testimonies, and not to covetousness. Turn away my eyes from looking at worthless things, and revive me in Your way.  Establish Your word to Your servant, who is devoted to fearing You. Turn away my reproach which I dread, for Your judgments are good. Behold, I long for Your precepts; Revive me in Your righteousness. (Psalms 119:33-40 NKJV)

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