Monday, December 3, 2012

Prophetic #Poetry - Malachi Sets the Stage:


I, your one God,
Send a messenger
To come before Me,
For the Lord you
Have been seeking
Will return to you.

My messenger
Of My contract
Which you love
Is really coming.
I tell you Truth.

Who can stand him?
Tolerate his words?
He'll be the smelter's
Blazing blast-furnace,
A laundry-woman's
Cleansing soap -
He'll refine and purify
The religious leaders
And remove the dross
Leaving a precious
Righteous remnant
To lead and intervene.

Then the sacrifices
Of My people and
Of My church leaders
Will once again
Smell sweet to Me.

(Retelling of Malachi 3:1-4 by Tiwago)

In the fifteenth year of the rule of Caesar Tiberius—it was while Pontius Pilate was governor of Judea; Herod, ruler of Galilee; his brother Philip, ruler of Iturea and Trachonitis; Lysanias, ruler of Abilene; during the Chief-Priesthood of Annas and Caiaphas—John, Zachariah’s son, out in the desert at the time, received a message from God. He went all through the country around the Jordan River preaching a baptism of life-change leading to forgiveness of sins, as described in the words of Isaiah the prophet:

     Thunder in the desert!
     “Prepare God’s arrival!
     Make the road smooth and straight!
     Every ditch will be filled in,
     Every bump smoothed out,
     The detours straightened out,
     All the ruts paved over.
     Everyone will be there to see
    The parade of God’s salvation.”
(Luke 3:1-6; the Message)

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