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Dee Farrell

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    Blue Moon and a Blood Moon?

     

    In 2018 two sets of rare blue moons are to occur, with one falling on January 31, the other on Passover March 31. The January 31 blue moon is also a super moon and a blood moon due to an eclipse on that day. It falls on Tu B'Shevat, which signals the New Year for Trees. The last time this occurred on the exact same days was 150 years ago in 1866. Trees are a symbol for the nations.

    The Bible speaks of a fifty year cycle of Jubilee for Jerusalem. In 1867 Charles Warren discovered the original Jerusalem or City of David. Fifty years later, Jerusalem was freed from 400 years of Muslim control by the British in 1917. In another fifty years, the Temple Mount was recaptured by Israel (after 2,000 years) in the Six Day War. In 2017, fifty years later, American President Donald Trump recognized Jerusalem as the capitol of Israel and made plans to move the American embassy there. More nations followed his lead...

    Fulfilled prophecies are all around us. Anarina Heymann, the outreach coordinator for the City of David believes prophecies are accelerating. She believes Warren’s discovery in 1867 opened the world to end time prophecy as Jerusalem is rediscovered. As she stands on the rebuilt path to the Temple Mount she says archaeology and prophecy are joining hands to fulfill Isaiah 57:14. “And it will be said: "Build up, build up, prepare the road! Remove the obstacles out of the way of my people." (NIV)

    Charles Warren's discovery happened 150 years ago. After two sets of blue moons, two on feast days. What might the 2018 set of blue moons with their super blood moon be signaling? 

     

    -This post contains excerpts from Jesus Coming King

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    Ezekeiel's Vision: A 20/20 View For Difficult Days

    The setting sun paints the clouds pink, and the white trunks of birches glow against the fading grass of the field. I am driving home, my thoughts racing through memories of many such sunsets and birches. It is an ache that persists, and I know its only cure is the day I am forever home.

     

    The emotion of loss is to be wrestling with grief on some level everyday. The ancient Israelites, huddled in Babylonian cities, spent their lives looking back, mourning the way of life and the temple they lost. But Ezekiel forced their vision forward to the days he called “the latter years”. (Ez:38 KJV) He pressed them to embrace truth in the midst of disaster.

     

    He spoke of strange men and nations yet to be born. He spoke of his people returning to their homeland from every foreign place and living in safety. He spoke of enemies rising against them, Meshech, Tubal, Persia, Libyia, Ethiopia and many more, defeated by a shaking of the earth, flooding rains, hail, fire, sulfur and disease.

     

    I am sure they dreamed wistfully when he told them of the day the Temple would be rebuilt and God’s glory would fill it for eternity.

     

    I am sure many hoped the temple they rebuilt would be Ezekiel’s Temple. But it was not. That one is yet to come. Instead they waited, most still living in a foreign land, still hoping his words were true.

     

     

    Israel’s struggle continues. Israel has endured and will endure, kept safe by the God who remembers His promises. And as the pines blur past my car windows, I know that I too am kept safe by the same God. Ezekiel’s words also raise my vision, to the times ahead when my hope is made visible. My struggle is not a vain attempt at life but a journey to abundant life.

     

    This is the week of the Jewish festival of Sukkot. I am not  Hebrew–you’ve probably guessed that- but this festival is a time of rejoicing. I myself am setting the time aside as a time of praise. I don’t know what the rumblings in the Middle East may bring, or what is in my future as the seasons wind down, but I know this: God is faithful to His word and worthy of  praise.

     

     

    Here is a link to a book about Ezekiel’s Temple that was recommended to me. If you prefer fiction, Joel C. Rosenberg's The Ezekiel Option is a good choice.

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    Does Jonah's World Speak To Us?
     

     I have never grilled a steak. I don’t know how. I cook them the same way my mother cooked them: seasoned with salt and pepper and browned in a skillet with butter. I like grilled steak. But when the weather turns colder, my mom’s steak is the recipe I turn to.

     

    My grandmother made a pan sauce for it with cream and mustard, and I since I like my steak wet, I make that to go with it. My grandfather drizzled the sauce over his potatoes, fried or mashed, and I do this too. But tonight I have no potatoes. Sliced tomatoes will have to do, and, I decide, the sauce tastes just as good over them.

     

    My mom, my grandmother and grandfather have all passed on. Memories and recipes keep them close, but really, I wish there was no such thing as passing on.

     

    The prophet Jonah was a man haunted by memories. He lived in Northern Israel during the time Assyrian kings invaded Israel and its surrounding countries, forcing them to pay tribute. The Assyrians were ruthlessly cruel. They were the terrorists in Jonah’s day. Jonah’s countrymen were among their victims.

     

    Jonah grew up hearing talk of these hostile conquerors, and he began to wish that someday they got what they deserved.

     

    Later, Jonah gained respect when his prophecies of expansion for Israel’s borders came true. But it is his infamous ride in the whale that brought him fame. Assyria was experiencing internal troubles. Weak kings ruled. Two plagues and a solar eclipse made the nation uneasy. They were ripe for a prophetic message.

     

    But Jonah balked at God’s command to that message. It was a message of doom and judgment. Somehow though, Jonah knew they were going to repent of their ways, and God, ever merciful, would forgive them– cruel thugs, mutilators and child killers. So he boarded a ship for the farthest post he could think of in the opposite direction of the capitol of Assyria, Ninevah.

     

    We know that he went. We know that they repented. We know that God forgave them, and tragically, we know their repentance as a nation was short-lived.

     

    Today Ninevah lives on as Mosul in northern Iraq. Mosul had the highest population of Christians in Iraq. These Christian communities were some of the oldest in the world. These people may have been descendants of those to whom Jonah was sent.

     

    Those who were not martyred when ISIS took control have fled. There are no Christians there today. ISIS is determined to wipe out Christianity, and have done so in the area they control, an area the size of Great Britain according to a recent report on CBN.

     

    Jonah would not be surprised by ISIS’ actions. He would not be surprised by the mass exodus of Christians. And we are not surprised by his distaste and anger of an evil terrorist empire because now we know his struggle of emotions as our own as we hear the stories of the persecuted. The times we live in are biblical times.

     

    As I sit in the comfort of my home enjoying supper, I pray for those fleeing with nothing but the clothes they wear. I pray for those who are pregnant and old. I pray that their flight is not in winter. (Mark 13:14-20) I pray to have the courage they have shown.

     

    And I pray that soon, there is no such thing as terrorism.

     

     

     

    Check out Robert Spencer's book, The Complete Infidel's Guide to ISIS

     

     

     

    Image by radnatt courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

     


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