FROM OUT THE WILDERNESS: Stones of Fire...

Saturday, 25 July 2015

Stones of Fire...

   In the visions of the night I saw a stony barren land. A ribbon of light was there passing through its midst. A swiftly flowing river it was, taking and tumbling a great many stones and small pebbles. Within the stream the stones were tossed and tumbled, and turned upon each other, and there they made one another smooth, and very beautiful. But those outside the stream lay undisturbed. Stones of fire were in the strong stream, brightly shining there. But those too afraid to enter lay as they always were; untouched: unshining.

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The glory of God: the light of the world FROM OUT THE WILDERNESS

It is now twenty years since we were “driven out” of the institutional church by the Spirit of the LORD, “called out” of ‘Churchianity,’ and all its systems, out of all its myriad forms, removed from all its beautiful ‘words,’ and resources of the world... and all that was only in the process of being “taken” in our beloved: “going forth unto him without the camp, bearing his reproach;” in which, for all those twenty years we suffered much tribulation...yet with joy unspeakable full of his glory.

Along the lonely way we sometimes looked for others who walked this path with him, but found so very, very few, who truly knew the way he takes us: “Where, Lord?” they asked him, (after he had spoken to them that “one would be taken, and the other left.”) “Taken, where, Lord?” “Where the dead body is thither will the eagles be gathered together.” It was only those who experienced the reality of this in our beloved, who were gathered together unto him; for the place of our gathering is in him alone where he is. Where he is, we are, in spirit and in truth. But today we remembered his promise that one day he would gather us together from out of the four corners of the Earth, and it is in this hope that we write FROM OUT THE WILDERNESS.

Perhaps he might carry upon the wings of the wind the sound of his life in our broken lives that day by day uttereth speech and that night by night sheweth knowledge... spiritual knowledge where is no speech nor language of men, where our own voice is not heard, that our line go out through all the earth, and his words to the end of the world.

FROM OUT THE WILDERNESS come some of our writings in parables and in story form... Out of the Woods; The Door in the Tree; The Butterfly Story: the Shadow and the Substance; To the Garden Returned; Stones of Fire; A Circle of Swift Songs; A Feather in the Air; The Story Behind the Waterfall; The Candles; The Bridge; A Bird on a Reed; The Room Within; A Wisp of Air; Mountains of Glory; and many others.

FROM OUT THE WILDERNESS comes “the hidden manna” of all those who have overcome in Jesus: in “loving not their own lives unto the death.” Hid in him, in the ark of his presence in the holiest of all, “the poor have the gospel preached to them,” and they share their testimony here, writing only what they learn through the things which they suffer.

With much love,

Judith,

New Zealand

Email: judithdeverell@hotmail.com