It’s Sunday … all day … and I’m thinking about how differently I used to think of Sunday say, 15-years ago. Sunday was a day that anchored the week. It was a day of going to church, of meeting a bunch of people who politely smiled and shook my hand. It was a day of mere religion and social etiquette. It was a day of doing what I was “supposed” to do. In my heart, it was a day of seeking Him but never finding Him, and I used all of the religious processes and procedures I’d been taught in order to corner Father and have a close encounter of the personal kind.
Today, Sunday is just another day of the week for me. I was thinking about why Sunday no longer seems set apart nor is particularly special. Father God, just now commented, Sunday is no longer any different from any other day of the week for you because now you and I are together all the time, 24/7. You no longer use Sundays to merely come visit Me. We’re in love with one another and we’re infinitely close, at the Quantum level in fact, and beyond.
For me, so much has changed in this last decade. The single biggest change has been in my relationship with Father God. I now dwell in what I call relational-faith. This is a faith which is based on our spirit to Spirit mystical union. That’s how He and I “talk” to one another, spirit to Spirit. That’s how we journey through the Cosmos together, and discover things of significance and wonder. We are a relationship. We are together, whether asleep or awake, no matter what day of the week it is, or what year of life it is. My beloved Father and I are together all-ways.
Jesus, my dearest Brother, Savior, and Counselor, has made this union possible. His blood, shed for my redemption, sanctified me – made me Holy before God – and His death ripped the veil between Father and me. Because He loved me first, while I was still a sinner, I now have full, unfettered access to His Divine Presence. I can approach the Throne of Grace unafraid and can enjoy His adoration and love, as I adore Him and love Him. Thank You, Brother Jesus. Thank You, Prince of Peace, Immanuel.
Sundays … these Sundays, are not even a shadow of the former days. The life transforming relationship I experience each day with Father God is intimate, somewhat messy, lavish, and always filled with our love for one another. In these days, I worship Him more deeply, more often, more powerfully than I ever have in all my many days. In these days He and I meet at the Table of Making to venture out on the journey of creativity. This new and wondrous relationship I live with Him, who made me, who saved me, who loves me, is the very fuel of our life together. It’s already an eternal life even as I walk this wondrous Earth He has provided.
For me, at least, Sunday is like all of the other days of my week. It’s another day of wonder, filled with love and discovery with my Father God.
Faith Rockrimmon is an author (Rose Rock Book Link, Rejection & Identity I, II), a blogger, and someone who generously shares the insights that Father God gives her. When I read this blog post I saw so much of my own journey, that I asked Faith if she’d mind if I re-posted it to Creative Harmonies. She graciously agreed, and here’s that gift. I hope that you’re spiritually nourished, as I was. Enjoy.
How many times have I been asked, “can you back it up with scripture?” And then I have to explain that I don’t require that from Father. Whoa, that annoys them!
I’m completely aware that it’s been done this way for a hundred years, but like so many other traditions, Father eventually tips them over. And then I stand in fear and amazement at what He’s done.
Some years ago, when Father showed me a new insight or revelation, I’d put my hand up and stop Him from going too far. Looking back I think it was a horrible response. But, He didn’t seem offended. He waited patiently while I scoured scriptures and commentaries for confirmation. Only then could I embrace His gift and experience the thrill of receiving it.
It was quite a time-consuming process that delayed my joy. And eventually, it occurred to me that I could pick and chose scripture “at will” to fit any slant of any subject. It was a game. Like a puzzle. And I was the mastermind. Somehow that didn’t taste very sweet, but that was how it was done. It was the accepted process.
Then came revelations that opposed accepted theology. And I couldn’t find anything to back them up. It would appear that I was creating my own version of Christianity, which was not my heart. 37 thousand denominations were quite more than enough for everyone. So immediately I suffered a crisis of faith, wondering if I had been duped by satan all along thinking it was God’s voice I was hearing.
Oh, the heartbreak and tears as I begged Him to save me from this horrible pit. For days, my heart churned. I’d trusted Him. And now this.
Now I wondered. I doubted. Who was I talking to and would Father save me? Slowly I asked questions full of suspicion and mistrust.
But He still wasn’t offended, and He quickly responded with information. It explained why my revelation wasn’t common knowledge. And as this happened time after time, a pattern developed. It was usually fairly simple.
Sometimes a translation wasn’t accurate. Sometimes the context wasn’t considered. And sometimes, the history of society wasn’t understood. Behaviors of a period change the meaning. Words and phrases change quickly. Our own society has new words and phrases that were unknown 50 years ago. All these factors change things. Scripture isn’t simply black and white.
Here are a few examples. “When pigs fly.” “That’ll cost an arm and a leg.” “You let the cat out of the bag.” “Break a leg.” Or “That’s a piece of cake.” We know what they mean but imagine someone from 600 B.C. reading one of them. What a wrong concept they would have simply by reading what we wrote in black and white.
“It’s right there in black and white” is the response when I explain how quickly words change. And Christianity has great tunnel vision in this regard.
Imagine if you “wrote on someone’s wall” even a 100 years ago or “had a troll on my thread”. A pioneer would think you were crazy!
So imagine my surprise when I discovered that “turning the tables” was an everyday occurrence in the temple. Merchants turned their tables to the wall to indicated they had closed up shop for the day.
Well now, that puts a whole new twist on Jesus’s actions. Maybe He didn’t have a temper tantrum after all.
And imagine my surprise at discovering the everyday phrase for Nero, the emperor, was “The Beast”. Is it possible John in the book of Revelation, was talking to people who’d know exactly what he meant? That could totally change our doctrine.
And what if, Father never meant for us to make scripture superior to hearing His voice? Maybe it was meant for inspiration and guidance, but not in place of God, Himself.
Time after time, the overwhelming evidence of our flawed theology stunned me and I’d sit staring out the window at the mountains. It was beginning to appear that almost nothing about our doctrines was constructed appropriately. And this revelation put me at odds with most of my fellow believers. If I ever opened my mouth, I was going to be explaining myself rather than sharing a revelation.
Then I had an epiphany, after once again asking Father to wait while I researched. He always said, “Take your time. I’ll be waiting.” But suddenly I realized I was stalling my moment of joy. Not only that, I was slowing down my progress. And for what?
How quickly might I progress if I stopped putting the brakes on Him every time? And how important was it for everyone to understand me before I continued? Did I really need anyone to agree with me at all?
It was certainly a light-bulb moment. And to top it off, Father had proven Himself to me so many times that I was completely, and absolutely confident He was able to prove everything He said, anytime I needed Him to do so. He wasn’t able to lie. And He obviously knows a whole lot more about everything, than I do.
I stopped worrying about who’s voice I was hearing. We’d had so many conversations that I recognized His voice now. I had no more doubts about His identity because His most overwhelming trait is that Love that becomes apparent in every one of His conversations. It is most assuredly the greatest Love ever imaginable and it’s never superficial, or vain, or trite. Nothing evil can imitate it. It truly is the ultimate proof of Him.
That moment was like taking the training wheels off a bike and trusting gravity to work the same way every time. It’s completely freeing, and wild. I knew it looked dangerous and reckless to those watching me. So how would I convince them that God was really holding the bike up?
I didn’t know. So, I continued searching scriptures for confirmation in an effort to convince and assure others.
But it didn’t last long. It was quickly clear that those were very dingy, controlling reins. And they don’t work. No matter how much proof I could gather, there would always be people who wouldn’t buy it. They would always think bad things and say mean things about me. Always.
That’s because people do 2 things when presented with an idea contrary to their normal beliefs. They accept it instantly. Or they reject it instantly. Neither of these decisions requires proof. It is simply a human trait.
One group will dig deeper and the other will be long gone.
Father gave me one more insight. It isn’t my job to make sure people believe me. The truth is placed in front of them so they can pursue proof on their own. That’s what He wants – our undivided attention, reaching for truth.
So when I share, it’s not to convince anyone or make them follow me. It’s to coax them to come searching on their own. Father doesn’t need my assistance holding their hand because He didn’t need anyone holding mine. He used all sorts of people along the way, speaking messages they sometimes weren’t even aware He was using.
Ironically, I thought Father was guiding me toward ordination. I took courses from 2 bible schools and I smile at the wonderful things I learned. And I chuckle at the things Father proved wrong in the process. Eventually, I understood He wasn’t heading me toward formal theological education. And for a minute I was heartbroken. But He said, “I want to teach you, myself.” And I couldn’t resist. It’s like the most intimate invitation from the best teacher in the universe. How special could I possibly feel?
I loved the first time He gave me a message through an atheist lady. She had just finished telling me why God didn’t exist and her very next sentence was the answer to a question I had asked Him earlier. It didn’t fit into her conversation and I’m not sure she was aware that she’d said it. Had Father just abused her free will? Actually, I think He had only abused that ugly spirit that was riding on her.
Anyway, I’ve seen Him lead a woman all her life, who’s never stepped inside a church. And I’ve seen Him speak through someone who didn’t believe in Him. He doesn’t need my help to fix others. He simply wants me to share my stories and revelations. He’ll take it from there.
“Study to show thyself approved” isn’t instructing us to memorize scripture and argue effectively with each other. It’s a compliment to “Seek and ye will find” because there are billions of “pearls of great price” worthy of attaining. They are all inside His presence.
“My sheep know My voice, and a stranger they do not hear.”
So how does it happen that someone hears Father say something and another person hears something different? That’s pretty simple. It’s maturity and intimacy. A 5-year-old child doesn’t get the same answer from their Dad that a 15-year-old gets. That doesn’t mean the 5-year-old’s answer was a lie. It was appropriate.
A stranger doesn’t get the same answer from a man that his wife will get. That’s because his wife is not only intimate with him, but she has a history with him and knows things about him that the stranger couldn’t know. Father wants that kind of intimacy with us, where He can share His heart and we’ll understand what He means simply because we know Him so well.
It’s how a relationship works. And it’s so much better than scraping together a bunch of scriptures to prove what I just saw. Father is still the greatest teacher of the Universe and He always will be.
Thank you for sharing my journey and I send blessings with you on yours.
Peter Denies Christ – Rembrandt
I am remembering a recent spiritual encounter. I was on a journey in the spirit. I don’t recall where it was I went, but in this vision, I received my Book of Destiny from Father God. What I received was an infinitely long scroll, a large and wide one. When it was given to me, it unrolled off into the distant heavens. On that scroll I saw dozens of images which I perceived to be the artworks that Father and I would be making in the forever more. Suddenly those images rose up off the face of the scroll and began a storm of pictures flying round me. It was as if I was in a gentle tornado of art encircling me. The images slowed and finally stopped. They just hung there in space. At the bottom of each image embers began to form and to slowly consume the artworks, right up to the top. The images vanished each in a beautiful glowing line of embers. Then I saw a fragrant smoke rising up from the artworks, rising above me to Father God. I suddenly knew what this vision meant. Father was speaking to me, spirit to spirit, while I was in that vision.
The scroll, instead of a book, was a sign of an eternal journey. Father and I will now be on an eternal journey of creativity. The images, of course, are the art that He and I will birth and release unto the world, and quite probably the heavens. The rising of the images from the face of the scroll represents their release. Once completed, they are released unto Father, and unto the world. Their burning was a deep reminder that the art, in the end, is a gift of sacrifice to Father.
Just as Bezalel, Oholiab and the other Charashim (artisans) completed their work, they quickly disappear from God’s word to be forgotten. There is a very good reason for this. The work wasn’t about Bezalel. It was about the people’s relationship to and worship of Father God. At God’s command, Bezalel was chosen, filled with the Holy Spirit, and created a body of work comprised of Heaven on Earth, just for Father God. We know it as the Tabernacle in the Wilderness.
So too am I to be forgotten by men, but not by Father. You see, it is Father God who is to be seen, praised, and worshiped through the art, not the artist. My artmaking is not for my personal fame and fortune. It is not about me at all. This art Father and I make together is all about Him and the relationships He wants to establish in the lives of those who will encounter that art. It’s as if His Spirit speaks to those who engage the work. It’s as if the work is somehow a window into something Father wants to share with us as individuals, a personal message from Him.
I do this work because I love Father. I love our relationship. What I do, who I am, what I become is all a gift from Father. Those gifts are then returned to Him with interest. I am one to whom much has been given and from whom much is required. There is nothing I can be offered in its place that I would value more.
I will always remember that vision. I will always ruminate upon its elemental, relational significance. I savor it because my Lover has chosen me, has honored me to become one of His Bezalel artists, one of His Charashim. I am one who dwells in His Divine Presence 24/7. As one of His believer/tabernacles, as all believers are, I am filled with the Holy Spirit. I have a hard-wired spiritual connection with Him and together we co-create in that Mystic Union to give birth to art.
In my recent two-way journaling with Father, we discussed the idea that all art is spiritually born. All art comes from a person’s relationship with whatever it is they place their faith in and worship. It may be the world’s values of ego, fame, and fortune. It may be in one’s political inklings, or socially meaningful pursuits. It may be one’s religion. Whatever it is we value and worship, there too is the dwelling place of our heart/art.
Father showed me that, in the same way that our tongue (what comes out of our mouths) reveals what’s in our hearts, so too does the art we make. No matter the medium, the art itself reveals what and where our treasure is. He has shown me that all art is born out of how we use the gift of creation and creativity, which He has endowed into the spiritual DNA of every human being from before His laying the foundations of this World. It is this sharing of the creative gift what makes human beings unique among all of His creatures. He went on to say that, in the arts, the use of the creative gifts has far reaching effects on history, on societies, on cultures.
Back in 2012, I was invited to a wonderful gathering of faith-driven artists. Some worked in music as a composer and a singer/songwriter. One was a recording studio producer. Several of us were visual artists. One created movement inspired works, and another shared views of the Earth and the Cosmos in breathtaking beauty. One was a director / producer of theatre. A few days before this wondrous gathering, we were all was asked to prepare a 15-minute presentation about where we had come from creatively, where we were at now, and where we saw ourselves going in the future of our art practices. The most startling thing for me was the process of preparing that presentation.
Father and I worked together to gather what I really believed about making art as a faith-driven artist. The single point I want to focus on here is that Father God revealed to me that faith-driven artists are sanctified in Christ, consecrated to His work, and are of the priestly tribe of Levi. Why the tribe of Levi? Because art is the second voice of the Church. We artists, through what we create and express, are able to connect and communicate in ways that no tract, no preacher, no teacher can. Through personal permission, the works are invited into the lives of those who choose to engage them. In that engagement, it is hoped that they find something special and of personal significance.
In these ways; the creative design of our spiritual DNA, the sanctification of our life’s work, and the consecration of our Destiny, all come together in the realization that all art is spiritually born.
Peter Denies Christ – Rembrandt
I’m going to begin a new series of posts relating to my creative journey, From the Table of Making. These last few years have seen huge breakthroughs in my art practice as I’ve been growing ever closer to Father God. That closeness has come as a direct result of my relationship with Father, of getting to know Him, and of falling ever more deeply in love with Him.
Some time back, maybe two years ago now, I was in my silent time with Him, I was meditating in His Presence, and suddenly I found myself standing in a huge room way out in the Cosmos. The floor and walls were clear and I beheld the stars and galaxies of His Creation. There in the middle of “the room” was a very large, clear, boardroom table. Jesus sat at the other end.
“Welcome … this is the place from which you and I will commune in the process of your making art. This is The Table of Making.”
I was jaw dropped, and I remember having a few questions, not many, because my spirit trusted in whatever was going to develop in our creative relationship from this place.
These days I go there often, and after just a few visits, when I showed up, there sat Michelangelo, VanGogh, Rembrandt, DaVinci, and many others. I then understood that I was among some very creative company, not because they’re famous in this world, but because, in some way, at some point, their own art-making was faith-driven. What they made, what they “saw” in the midst of their creativity, was driven by the relational faith they had with Father God, and now here I was, enjoying close, intimate, creative pursuits in the Presence of my Creator.
This creative relationship with Father and the journey we share is the stuff of this series of posts.
I had quite a powerful experience last night, not a big deal, but some kind of breakthrough nonetheless.
I woke up in the middle of the night, as is my custom. I went to the restroom and returned to bed in a kind of funk. I’ve been working over the course of a number of months to be free of negative, hideous, thoughts. From my decades of both a rough upbringing and my war studies (40+ years), I know that they’re a spiritual thing
So I crawl back into bed and the filthy scenarios going through my head were just driving me nuts. I thought I’d already gotten rid of this stuff. Why has this filth returned?
Then I remembered something written by Faith Rockrimmon about rejection, and I paraphrase; Rejection is not how we rid ourselves of what ails our spirit. Rejection doesn’t remove it. We need to refocus our attention deeply into the reality of our relationship with Father God. We need to go and get ourselves buried in Him and His love.
My head was full of filth, I wanted desperately to be free of it and so I began not to run from this enemy, but to affirm my identity in Father God. I don’t know how long I laid there, but I offered a constant stream of short declarations of Truth, all in Jesus’ name; I am priceless, in Jesus’ name. I am built and birthed by Father God, in Jesus’ name. I have a divine, heavenly destiny, in Jesus’ name. He loves me, and sent His one and only Son to save me, in Jesus’ name.; simple, short declarations, one after another.
Eventually, I felt something in my body, a lightness, a total numbness, I don’t know what, but in the midst of it I couldn’t feel my body. I couldn’t feel the bed. Something lifted from me, or from out of me … I really don’t know. Amidst my on-going declarations, this lifting sensation happened strongly three times, and lightly, twice. Something happened, and in the midst of these experiences, I declared; Father I am unafraid. Father I will go wherever You are taking me.
Now, this morning, I believe what I felt was the spirits of those filthy things leaving. They were utterly unable to stand in the Presence of the declarations I was making in Jesus’ name. That’s the important thing; In Jesus’ name.
Faith Rockrimmon’s book Rejection and Identity is a landmark work in my life because of the premise. She says that rejection and shame are spirits. They’re not mental conditions, or the result of abuse, etc. They’re spirits, and ignoring them, rejecting them, rebuking them is not how we can be free of them. The key is found within our relational identity with Father God, and none other. In short, if we simply disengage from our battle with them, and immerse ourselves in the Truth(s) of our relationship with Father God, we cut off the root source of their power to remain. They cannot stand in the Presence and fact(s) of our relationship with and in Father – period.
This is not an external, psychological battle with our thoughts, or behavior modification. This isn’t a battle at all. This liberty is something we already possess if we will simply engage in it and dwell there. There is a complete and total absence of conflict because this transformation is about engaging in the Truth(s) of our relationship in Father, and not about any form or sort of conflict whatsoever.
I’m free … I feel different … the voice(s) of gloom and doom are gone. I am declaring my belief that they never return … in fact that in itself is non-existent. I declare that I am, in Jesus’ name – period.
Since that morning’s episode I have been revisited by what I call spirits of filth, but only lightly and briefly. Each time I once again state the emphatic Truth(s) of my relationship with and in Father God. The spirits flee immediately. I praise God and thank Faith Rockrimmon for this tool I can apply from a seat of rest, with complete and total confidence that I Am free!
Detail: Mary Magdelaine & Christ / Sinai Monastery / 7th Cent.
It’s Sunday, Sabbath, Shabbat – the day of rest, reflection, worship, and meditation. I was writing in my journal this morning and ruminating on the first line of “my” scripture passage; Psalm 119: 57-64.
At verse 57, it says, “You are my portion, O Lord; I have promised to obey Your words.”
In my life, in my art-making, in my needs and desires, I find infinite liberation in this relationship I have with Him. As He is my portion, He is my provider. As He is my portion, He meets all of my needs. As He is my portion, I find all of my desires in Him; my heart aligns with Him, and His desires become my desires.
Am I a robot?; not on your life! I am in a surrendered, committed, eternal relationship with my Lord God and my free-will is entirely intact. It would not be a relationship of deep eternal love if this were not so, because love is driven by free-will.
I love the infinite depth of this surrendered relationship because almost daily, God helps me to realize that yet another element of my life is taken care of. When I start fretting about something, asking, “Will there be enough? When will we get there? How will this happen? That’s “mine” and they can’t treat it that way!’” I hear God’s loving Spirit speak to me. He asks, “Am I not your portion?” With that loving question, I come to understand yet another piece of the terrain of my life needing surrender. Oh, how I love this discipline (loving correction & guidance).
In all of my life, I have never, ever been in a relationship in which I could trust without reservation. People have always let me down, just as I’m certain to have done so in the lives of others myself. We do that, don’t we? We fail one another, here and there, in this or that. We’re just “kids”, and we don’t get it fully except in relationship with Abba Father through Jesus Christ our Brother.
It is in this same relationship that I find, when the art’s really happening, and something about it is scaring me because it’s filled with meaning; at those times I find myself in tears as I work. In those intimate times of creativity, I am so filled with peace, safety, joy, and release. There’s no such thing as a mistake. I am safe. All is good, all is well, all adds to the meaning and beauty of the finished piece.
Just as God can reclaim lost years, He can draw beauty and wisdom from the most hideous of human experiences, so too does He translate our pains into meaning-filled beauty. We artists are terribly fortunate.
Our very work itself is a tangible sign of God at work in our lives, and can be an invitation to come to the foot of the Cross and leave our pains there. He will mine them for wisdom to be applied to our lives that we might become living invitations in the cause of Christ.
Because He is my portion, my art-making is richly fulfilling, meaningful, and made to bring Him glory (pointing to the Cross). Because I love being corrected by Him, I am at His disposal, as an apprentice is to the Master, or a scribe is to the King. I am available and together we work 6-days a week in the studio making, learning, re-making, discovering and exploring.
He is my portion. I have promised to obey His words and make the meaning He has entrusted to me. Amen~