Palm Sunday Should Shake You

Christians around the world have/are celebrating Palm Sunday.  The following week, is “Resurrection Sunday.”

Currently, the entire world is experiencing shut down from a pandemic, that will have churches closed for what the traditional Catholic-parented denominations call “Holy Week”.

It’s a cruel spiritual irony.

Let’s start reading in Matthew 21

Now when they drew near to Jerusalem and came to Bethphage, to the Mount of Olives, then Jesus sent two disciples, 2saying to them, “Go into the village in front of you, and immediately you will find a donkey tied, and a colt with her. Untie them and bring them to me. If anyone says anything to you, you shall say, ‘The Lord needs them,’ and he will send them at once.” This took place to fulfill what was spoken by the prophet, saying,

“Say to the daughter of Zion,
‘Behold, your king is coming to you,
    humble, and mounted on a donkey,
    on a colt, the foal of a beast of burden.’”

 The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them.  They brought the donkey and the colt and put on them their cloaks, and he sat on them.  Most of the crowd spread their cloaks on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. And the crowds that went before him and that followed him were shouting, “Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!” And when he entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred up, saying, “Who is this?”  And the crowds said, “This is the prophet Jesus, from Nazareth of Galilee.

And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all who sold and bought in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money-changers and the seats of those who sold pigeons. He said to them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer,’ but you make it a den of robbers.”

Jesus sends two of his disciples into town to collect a donkey for him to ride on, the Disciples go out and get it, everyone is having a good time, they’re all praising Jesus and calling him the King of Kings, putting their cloaks and palm branches on the ground for the donkey to walk on, then Jesus gets off the donkey and begins wrecking havoc on the temple grounds.

To be fair, people needed to have sacrifices available to give to God for their sins.  Why not be convenient, and sell them right there in Temple?  I mean your church has a coffee bar right?  You can buy the coffee you don’t make the time for on Sunday morning, right?  Same concept?

No.

They were selling with wrong motives, they were taking advantage of each other– they were taking God’s name in vain.

The third commandment, should be one of the most powerful commandments adhered to as the Body of Christ.

DO NOT MISAPPLY THE NAME OF GOD.  ((Exodus 20:7))

To the Church, the most important part of Palm Sunday is NOT when Jesus is declared King by the people, we all know who He is and worship him as the King of Kings.  It’s when He immediately gets off the donkey, and angrily drives out the people in the Temple defiling it.

What kind of church do you attend?

Do you believe God doesn’t judge His people?

Do you practice deceit and cultural relevance in order to draw people in?

Do you charge people to attend the functions your members are encouraged to attend that is not opened up to the public?

How many denominations insists that only Pastors should know the Word of God in depth, and does not teach it’s congregation to explore the Word of God for themselves?

How many churches around the world willingly profane the name of God, and the people not knowing any better blindly follow it?

If you truly believe in Jesus, are you willing for him to crash the party?

There are members of the Body of Christ who do not believe in the active gifts of the Holy Spirit.  Thereby silencing the active and living Word of God in their body, effectively pursuing worshiping God by their own philosophies and religious system.

There are members of the Body of Christ who do not believe all of the Gifts of the Holy Spirit are in use today, thereby silencing the Prophets God sends them to correct their behaviors.

There are members of the Body of Christ who misuse the active Gifts of the Holy Spirit, running around prophesying in God’s Name, and interpreting for themselves what his word means.

Still yet, there are people so in love with the concept of the Holy Spirit, they make a mockery of him through the actions of giving themselves over to whatever spiritual possession could happen to their body.

All around the world, the Internet is muting the voice of Christianity so their own platforms can be heard.

It is no wonder the plague is happening right now, there is so little bearing on what the Church believes and the Body is not unified.  All the while the World is effectively taking it apart.

At the end of this plague, how many people will go back to church, after attending an online service?  How many are not even watching online services?

How many are actively meeting with the Body weekly for Bible study?

How many are checking in on the people who are supposedly apart of their fellowship groups?

How many people are being left out, wildly losing their minds in the uncertainty of our current times?

Today, on Palm Sunday, reflecting on the coming of Christ, what kind of shape is the Western Church in, and what would GOD say of our congregations if we all received a prophetic letter, as the seven churches did in Revelation?

Jesus is coming again.  People all over the internet are trying to figure out where we are in the End Times, watching for the Beast, for the Mark of the Beast, making sure we’re warning people not to take the Mark of the Beast, worrying for ourselves what the Mark of the Beast is…..

None of these things matter nearly as much as OUR personal communion with Jesus Christ, and where our hearts and our local body of Christ is at with God.

There are far too many churches caught up on being ministry to everyone outside of the church, they forget to minister to the people INSIDE of the church.

If this is not your church, great!  I am so glad your congregation is taken care of.  I myself have yet to find a body of Christ that ministers to EVERYONE in their church, and doesn’t push out those who are different from them, offering an alternative perspective to their denominational teachings.

Receptivity to God is vital.  And instead of Worshiping God and calling out to Him to heal us and heal our land with Jesus Christ, many of them are waiting on a vaccine.

It’s ironic WHO uses a snake on a staff.  Jesus was lifted up for us, and looking to GOD as our healing, hope and salvation, instead of the Snake on the Staff the medical community uses, is going to weed out the Wheat and the Tares as we come together again when our church doors open, to find out who is still here, and who has lost Hope in Christ.

Are YOU watching the numbers they project onto the screen, in fear and trembling? Wondering if you’re going to die with the rest of them, because your faith is misplaced?

Is your Faith solidly in Jesus Christ, and people mock you because you’re not taking this seriously, because you know GOD is greater than disease, and He’s already got the End in sight?

Chaos. Confusion. Hate. The internet is full of dividing us against each other, waiting on the World to find an answer to it.

GOD is clearing house.  The I AM is calling His people out.

We have set up idols in our households.  We worship the doctors who treat our family.  We worship the medications they give us.  We worship the vaccines they inject into our children, thanking them for caring for our Offspring, and we berate anyone who doesn’t worship the medical community for the God-send they are.

And during this plague, GOD is asking of US, WHO DO YOU WORSHIP?

Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so also must the Son of Man be lifted up – so that anyone who believes in HIM would have eternal life. ((John 3:14-16))

Whatever you believe about the medical community doesn’t stand against the power of the God of the Universe who has already determined who will live, and who will die during this curse against Humanity.  The only thing He has asked of us is to BELIEVE he is who he says he is.

 

The Wood King

Trying to keep her tiny heart from breaking through her chest, the briar Faerie marveled at the great tree where the Wood King lived.

/Unworthy am I to look on such things/, she thought to herself in shame.
Fae of all kinds fluttered vibrantly about the tree, for the Wood King loved all of the creatures in his wood
Orange and blue flashes if light darted about.  Pysks and Nifta’s stood as centries with sticks fashioned into spears.  A wooden staircase circled to the top of the tree, where the branches fanned out in every direction, as though reach and drawing the whole Wood it itself.
Brimble and Woodstock nodded to other animals and gnomes who were about their business.  They all smiled and nodded to the briar faerie, and she did not understand why.
Feeling the thorns around her dress tighten around her body with each inhale of nervous wonder, she feared fainting might occur.
Woodstock smiled, “Be still, little one.  Breathe.  He will love you and set you and your sisters free to roam his kingdom.”
“But the things I do?  I cannot.  He would not be pleased with me.”  She said as her throat tightened.
They entered the large tree by the door, freely.  Which seemed unnatural to the faerie.  One so great should not let the Wild freely roam their castle.  What happened if the Wild ones meant harm?  Harm like she had produced?  How would the King defend his wood?
They continued walking into warm bright light eminating from the center of the tree.
As they got closer, her hearing enhanced as her eyes began blacking out.  The rush of terror was too great, she felt herself drifting, unable to catch herself.
Brimble caught her as the tiny body fell lifeless into his hand, “The poor dear.  I hope the King knows what to do with her.”
The Wood King sat in a maginificent chair of gold and white, which appeared very much like a tree.  His hair flowed down his shoulders, under a crown of silver.  His face was warm and friendly, eyes shining with mirth and joy.  The room was full of happy little creatures singing and dancing, eating, sitting at the Wood King’s feet–  And then his eyes fell on Brimble and Woodstock.  A deep sadness overtaking his features.  The Wood King stood slowly, walking to them before they had a chance to speak.
He knelt down – for he was at least five of Brimble’s height – and spoke softly, “What beautiful creature have you brought to me?”
His voice was calming, soft, gentle.  As though a river of water flowed from his throat.
“She has fainted, my King.  She came from the Briar.  We brought her to you so you might help her and her sisters.”  Replied Woodstock, holding his hands out so the King might take the faerie.
“The Briar?” The King frowned, still visibly saddened.  Blowing gently on the tiny being, her glow brightened as she began to flutter her eyes.
Realizing she the size of the hand she now laid in, the faerie jumped up, her wings fluttering so fast, they could be heard above the sounds in the room.

“The Wood King!”  She exclaimed in alarm.
His face softened into a gentle, understanding smile.  “Briar Faerie.  But this is not your name little one.  Tell me what troubles you?”
Feeling calmed and soothed by the King, she dropped her eyes, “I am Angelica.  I fled from the terrible crow in the Briar, because he was angry with me.”
“And why was he angry, little one?”
“He locked my sisters and I in a cage.  We escaped several times, but this last time he put on a bell, so he might know when we escaped again.  I alone made it out, and I took the cursed bell and flew away.  I flew so fast, I hadn’t realized I’d come to your wood.
“He pursued,” she continued, “I dropped the bell as I drove from the sky, and landed at the mercy of your subjects.  They do not know what I am.”  Her voice became soft, “Or what I do.”
The Wood King reflected on these things he’d been told, his face tightening with thought.  “What do you do, my sweet one?”

A single crystal tear fell from her eyes, “I kill.  I make poisons for the Crow, and he slips them to his enemies.  I collect the herb.  I know which ones will be instant, and which will be painful.  I know how to cause blood to pour from the body unexpectedly.”
Surprised by such a powerful confession, the room went silent.  The silence became painful to endure as the King continued to think.
“Do you enjoy knowing these things?”  He asked gently.
A shutter rattled her entire being, she dropped to the floor sobbing, “I do not!”
Everyone waited to see what the King would do, though most of them already knew.
“And do you wish to stop doing these things?”  He spoke again, sitting down with his legs crossing.  He leaned forward onto his propped arms.
She nodded.
“Then stop.  Tell me where your sisters are so I might save them too.”
“You–” she looked up into his face, “you would rescue us?”
His gaze became intense, a broad smile split his face, “Why should something so beautiful be locked away to do horrible things it does not wish to?”
She didn’t understand, but sat slowly up, folding her wings as she paid attention.
“Little Angelica, you were not meant to be enslaved by a crow, to do his evil biddings, you were meant to commune with the world around you and give it life.  How could I not rescue you and your sisters?  That is not what you were intended for.”
“If it pleases the King,” she began slowly, “my sisters are at the center of the Briar, where the dead tree leans and it’s roots enslave the ground.”
The Wood King nodded, “You heard her,” he directed his attention to the griffins, dragons, and pheonix who were perched contentedly along the walls on high shelves.
“Go and bring me these faeries, and that horrible Crow who keeps them locked up.”