Go Now My Son: Beyond the Church Realm and Back

(a prophetic word of direction) Apostolic Prophet Garry Vermilion

Isa 43:18 Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, [and] rivers in the desert. The beast of the field shall honour me, the dragons and the owls: because I give waters in the wilderness, [and] rivers in the desert, to give drink to my people, my chosen. This people have I formed for myself; they shall shew forth my praise.

Beyond the mundane realm of church truisms there is a living body of knowledge that really does set captives free. Beyond the endless proclamations of a “new thing” come, there is a new reality so fresh, and vital, it beggars description, and yet it has no place in the church, as it is sadly unrecognizable within the activities of the religious. Thus the question will you perceive (know) it? If so, if you do perceive the new, you will probably not be long-found in the mass of religious activity, which as flurries of snow, blow, swirl, through, in and out the church ad-nausium. Snow is water frozen, droplets disconnected from other frozen droplets, but in the same storm. The river that flowed through church is now frozen over from cold. The cold wind that blows is one which eminates from hearts that left first love, for the excitement of whoredom, and now sleep there. The flurry of activities just blow the same snow around in a whirlwind, it is an ever more dirty wind which brings no change.

The Christian sub-culture has grown cold exponentially. Performance-based religion is so enfused in church, that it shall not quickly wane. It is a lover. Yet the bound cannot set free anyone. The present source of freeing-flowing-cool water is in the wilderness.

Psa 119:130 The entrance of thy words giveth light; it giveth understanding unto the simple.

We must have a mind cleansing to walk freely in the next dimension of God’s glory. To be cleansed from past blinding church thinking is the start. To see the new is essential. In a sense to be animalistic as a beast, is to have a way made in the wilderness, and is a better way of honoring God then proper churchanity. For the anmial can drink from the rivers in the desert. God is recreating a people in His image and after His likeness. God is love, but God is also terrible. To be in His image and after His likeness is to carry both realities. You carry the cool waters of spirit to drink. Water with no lack and no one saying: “No more, its not time, not here, we don’t do that.” Not so in the wilderness where the beast lives. You alone say, when you are full, and can drink no more. You can stroke your deepest passion for Him. No problem can now arise, of going beyond the set church time. There is no time but eternity. The time is now to drink. You are chosen. He has formed you for himself. You have become worship. Where you are, His praise is. You have found the hub in the middle of the wheel. You are spinning attached to Him- His presence. Your soul is a witness, your life a testimony, your hope a resurrected Lord. Your reality, is joy. Your hope is higher, farther, more of Father.

Gone are the days of altar crying over backslidings of the heart, while hoping for His wink. You sleep with the master now. Yet you often cry, for it is the language of a broken heart. Broken for the church. It is no temple. Selah

You are accepted, pure, holy, and true. You behold Him and now you have become like Him. The vessel has been remade. He in you arises to the truth of the ages. You are the temple of the Lord. The waters flow from your threshold. Living waters bubble up from within you like an artisan well slowly spreading on to the land, becoming greater as they go. You have His mind, heart and love. Your memories become vague of the old things, the times of church betrayal. The desert thirsts for you. You respond with water. Only clear pure water do you have. Water does not take sides. It only has life to give. You are a refreshing drink. Pure water is all that bubbles from you. You are not come to take over. You are already over. You are a covering of liquid life. You are not a troubled stream. You are a priest of peaceful strength, a bulwark protecting others from the evil confusion, that attacks the minds of they who inhabit the enslaved city. You are sweet wine. Will they taste and see?

The best wine is for last. The glorious joy of this day will far outshine the fading glories of the past. You have suffered outside the camp with Jesus. He is Lord.

Yet you are terrible, terrible, my friend, terrible. You are the outcast, with a new home. The perplexed with answers, the downtrodden with a new high plateau. You are the despised, yet you are the anointed, the blessed of the King. You are both loved and feared. You are hopeful, and the answer to the hopelessness of this day. You have traversed the Labyrinth of religious confusion, and you know the way through.

Your eyes are fires of truth. Your hands are cleansed from blood. Your mind is His. In a day of judgment, you were given in judgment.

You can tear down and build up, uproot and plant, dismantle and establish.

Go now my son. Show forth My praise! Offer them my way out. You too stand at the door of the church and knock. If any man hear His voice in you and obey then salvation has come in such a time as this.