Zerubabbel

Zerubabbel

Two months ago, at the beginning of July, 2009, I watched as some external force wrapped a straight line of new skin around my sun damaged nostrils. Since that time, I have never been the same. That was the missing piece of a jig saw puzzle. Suddenly many things which had been enigmatic before that time just suddenly began to fall into place. Many things started to make sense.

I have been kicking myself since then. It turns out that the Zerubabbel personality style is a very lazy personality style. I had all my jig saw puzzle pieces, but given my smug complacency, being a prophet of the Almighty Supreme Majesty as I am, I never work to hard. I never apply myself. I just wait for waiters to deliver revelation on a silver platter.

There are good points and there are bad points to that Zerubabbel personality style. On the negative side of things, I am lazy, smug and complacent. I never struggle. I never worry about anything. I never exhaust myself. Why should I work any harder than I must. The end result is that I am a poor prophet. I deliver my vague ill defined prophecies, which even I don't understand, but nevertheless which I regard as sufficient, because I do understand the meaning of the term ‘the unchallengeable supremacy of the majesty of the Lord God Almighty'. One of the positive aspects of this Zerubabbel personality style is that when I am ordered to mount up on the wings of an eagle and soar over the earth, I do that with the same relative ease with which I deliver my prophecies (with each prophecy being like the enigmatic piece of some jig saw puzzle).

The Jesus Revolution

As one example of what I mean, I was told to prophecy that God would take over the multi trillion dollar American armed forces. Being Zerubabbel, naturally I would just go right ahead and say such a prophecy, while at the same time wondering just how God would overcome the human stubbornness of such an army, so as to take it over.

At the time, I had all the puzzle pieces, but being so very smug, complacent, and very lazy, I did not put any effort at all into putting the pieces together, and if I had done so, I would have understood my own enigmatic prophecy. As it was, I just assumed that it was the business of the Sovereign Lord God Almighty, and thus nothing to worry about, and so I could just pass out one more piece of that jig saw puzzle and call that practice ‘prophecy'.

Let us consider the Jesus Revolution.

When a strong man, fully armed, guards his castle, his property is safe. But when one stronger than he attacks him and overpowers him, he takes away his armor in which he trusted and divides his plunder. (Luke 11:21)

But no one can enter a strong man's house and plunder his property without first tying up the strong man; then indeed the house can be plundered. (Mark 3:27)

You might recall that General MacArthur once said that ‘old soldiers just fade away.' Yes, I know what those young soldiers are like. They are a rowdy bunch, but, alas, they just fade away. You can see that quite clearly if you wander over to the Pentagon, in Washington, D.C., where you will find lots of old soldiers who are just fading away.

Now I will remind all of our fading soldiers that I am the Living Resurrection. If you think about it just a little bit, then you will understand that God Almighty will have no problem disarming the strong man, taking away his multi-trillion dollar army. I should have understood these things before but I didn't. I am just to lazy.

However, for now, we will just leave all our soldiers to just fade away. Meanwhile, I will deliver good news to the poor, and put some real meat onto the bones of that abstract sounding prophecy, because the poor need no longer fear the strong man, because he is about to lose his guns.

Cancer

I just finished listening to the farewell address of the Moderator of the United Church of Canada, David Giuliano. He has cancer. He has no hair. Meanwhile, that Ayatollah Ali Khamenei in Iran has terminal leukemia, or so I have heard. No doubt, like a godless man that he is, he has made out his will, and is getting things ready for when he gets planted six feet under, and his Shi,ite doctrine gets planted right along with him. A few years ago, I was told that I should not talk to the Ayatollah any more. And now, voila, I am the Living Resurrection and I am the Life and that Ayatollah and some United Church Moderator are about to parked six feet under. It seems like a good time to talk.

You might be familiar with that one gospel story where some guy wrote a letter to that Jesus and told him that he need not make the trip because he could send his answer by mail. I thought I might experiment with that same technique. Do you two not understand the meaning of the term ‘the unimpeachable majesty of the Sovereign Lord God Almighty'?

I am going to attempt to do something for both of them, with strings attached of course.

That Ayatollah is one of a kind. He has just allowed the enormous oil wealth of Iran to be used as a automated cash machine for poor people, giving out multi-billion dollar charitable donations. Apparently that is his interpretation of Islamism. There is no other politician on the face of the earth quite like him. It would be a pity to park someone like that six feet under when we could use someone like that right about now.