And all nations shall call you happy and blessed, for you shall be a land of delight, says the Master of hosts.
Your words have been strong and hard against Me, says the Master. Yet you say, What have we spoken against You?
You have said, It is useless to serve the Almighty Creator, and what profit is it if we keep His ordinances and walk gloomily and as if in mourning apparel before the Master of hosts?
And now we consider the proud and arrogant to be happy and favored; evildoers are exalted and prosper; yes, and when they test the Almighty Creator, they escape [unpunished].
Then those who feared the Master talked often one to another; and the Master listened and heard it, and a book of remembrance was written before Him of those who reverenced and worshipfully feared the Master and who thought on His name.
And they shall be Mine, says the Master of hosts, in that day when I publicly recognize and openly declare them to be My jewels (My special possession, My peculiar treasure). And I will spare them, as a man spares his own son who serves him.
Then shall you return and discern between the righteous and the wicked, between him who serves the Almighty Creator and him who does not serve Him.
Attitude Changed By The Power Of Love In The Scriptures ….?
It’s still Friday, May 18, 2018 now at 8:54 am. Around an hour ago? I felt drowsy again right at this point of my writing. I headed for bed.
Perhaps I needed to elaborate further the matter of the state and condition of Ahmad’s family along many families across the globe.
Sure enough! A vision of myself combing maggots from my hair. Disgusting! Then I saw Yahushua—the Spirit of my Father extending a table cloth on a dining table. It came to me,
“I say to you, I shall not drink again of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it with you new and of superior quality in My Father’s kingdom.”
I got up. Fixed the rest of the food Ahmad brought me last night. I ate it for breakfast, then? Sort of reluctantly I came to look for the meaning of the maggots in my hair.
