HOLY GROUND

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"Earth's crammed with heaven

And every common bush afire with God,

But ONLY HE WHO SEES takes off his shoes,

The rest sit around and pluck blackberries."


I've always liked that little saying above, as it succinctly speaks to those that see and those that couldn't give a hoot. And it is always those that haven't a care or a hoot in hell that make life more than interesting and sometimes damn near unbearable for the seeing saint. But hey, that's the idea isn't it. You actually have to grin when you see how God has set it all up (lol). Most are busy, as all get out, gathering all they can with nary a thought that all the shiny things they gather are corrupt and vaporous at best. Sadly, most that name Christ can be found in the midst of these worldly gatherers of vapor. Then one day they lay on their sick beds all scared to death because life had passed by so fast and no thought has been taken for that which might count in the here after. Yep, there is some kind of blindness out there and blackberries always hide the Burning Bush.

There is a dear soul that wanders around in forum land that goes by the name "FineLinen" and whenever I see his name attached to a message I thrill to read it. So it is with this message I share with you today. I pray with this you might find hope and encouragement in your walk. You are a chosen generation and of the "very few" that can know the holiness or cost of these words.



Is it not strange the long seasons that can elapse on the back-side of the desert? Year by year falls into the great abyss, and at the juncture where we can no longer speak, and the great struggle to do the will of God vanishes into weakness and death, the Bush appears pulsating with Deity. It is there at the azimuth of death and weakness the Living One speaks.

"Take off your shoes from off your feet!"

Holy ground! The place where dust and Divinity meet! It is there in absolute weakness and inability, the Lord manifests Himself as the God that raises the dead. The road into the Tree of Life is by way of the flaming words swirling in every direction. Those who reach for the Tree will suffer the loss of the hand, the fingers, the grasp of all they are! And as the process of the swirling swords of Fire rage upon these ones, great loss is inflicted, for nothing, no one, comes to the other side the same as it enters...Nothing! nothing! nothing!

The great stages of the Living One's glory must be by degrees of doxa. We are changed from one degree of glory to another and another and another! It requires a thought process in the mind of the caterpillar that ultimately leads to the building of a cocoon from which caterpillars become flying objects of grandeur. Yes, caterpillars become butterflies, and dust moves from one road of life into the Divine One, described as "the Living", the "I AM", not the I was, the "I AM."

It is this Heavenly Road that has grasped us, the Heavenly One, the Source leading to the Road, the sustaining Guide of the Road, and the Goal of the Road. All things lead to Him, through Him and for Him! And by Him all things consist. It has taken me over 60 years to go a journey that could have been accomplished in 11 days, but dust and Divinity must meet, the goal is not all the story, the path is of equal value in the I AM! Each of us are on different stages of our Father's drawing hand, some so wrapped up in themselves they cannot see the bush that is aflame and is not devoured. It is just a common bush for many, but

"Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God; and only he who sees takes off his shoes."

(FineLinen)




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