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Karen Samford
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THE LAST TRUMP
BY: RUTH TILLERY
September 21st, 1979, The first day of the new moon, the
first day of the Hebrew New Year, beginning at sundown.
The day before the fall Equinox.. “A new cycle begins
this day.” The Lord spoke this to me this morning and He
made me to know that fresh revelation would begin to pour
forth.
There are three feasts: Passover, Pentecost, and
Tabernacles. Three conscious experiences in Christ:
Salvation, Baptist of the Holy Spirit, and entering into,
or conscious appropriation of Christ’s life within us.
Remember Passover, when we believed the sacrifice that He
made for us and accepted Him as our Savior? Some of us
had the conscious experience of having our sins washed
clean from us and our spirits were set free into Christ.
Some of us just grew into it from childhood and could
accept it and receive it as a revelation unfolded simply
in our hearts. Most of us were active in churches for,
somehow, it had been instilled in us that we would grow
by active participation in the missionary society, the
choir, teaching a Sunday School class, etc. We maintained
our faithfulness to God by going to church when it rained
and when we didn’t feel well. Sometimes after a
“revival”, we would renew our vows to God and walk down
the aisle for a rededication to Christ. We were sincere.
But we had no power to be steadfast in our promises to
him. It was a constant up-and-down experience.
Then we heard about Pentecost -- the Baptism of the Holy
Spirit. People were excited in the new experience, which
caused a new language to come forth from their mouths.
It was so amazing, that for a while, this was the focus
of attention and we were told that this would be the
power that we needed to “do the greater works, a more
powerful witnessing”. So, we ran after it because He had
made us hunger after more than the up-and-down, cold and
hot, worldly and rededicated experiences. Many of us had
to come out of the churches then because this was
something that could not be reasoned out.
“The wise and prudent” ones reacted violently and greatly
discouraged any move toward the deeper things of the
Spirit. But that didn’t put a damper on us. We just
“came out” and joined together and got excited and ran
around without a great deal of wisdom, trying to
“witness” to this fantastic thing that had happened to
us. The gifts began to operate and tongues without
discretion commanded healing from the Lord, cast demons
out of everything that manifested any flesh and fought
the devil with everything we had.
Little did we then realize that the Baptism was a Baptism
into His death -- an anointing that was given to us to
experience the cross and come to the end of ourselves.
We began to understand this Baptism of Fire. For years
we have been hanging on that cross -- our hands nailed,
unable to do much “works”. Oh, He gave us enough to keep
us encouraged, but not all those greater works that we
thought would come. Then, our feet were nailed and we
soon learned that we were His prisoners and could not
come and go as we pleased. He was putting His controls
on us. Some of us, He forced by circumstances, into
places of isolation where we could be fed only by His
hand. The crown of thorns bit and pierced our minds as
we were made to see our rebellion against His will, His
ways, and His love.
Our emotions were out of balance and we saw how shakable
and undependable was our human love. We wavered in our
moods and spirit. How we tried to reason and struggle
with our old natures, trying to bring them under
submission and make then behave. Then someone came along
and stuck a spear in your side and the piercing was so
painful and deep that your insides seemed to spill out.
You could barely hold yourself together. In most cases
this was someone in your family, but others who have had
ministries, have experienced it from those they were
trying most to help.
Then, one day we heard His voice, “My hand is upon you.
Awake to LOVE!” [His nature.] “How marvelous!” we
thought. “Now we’re going to start showing some of that
beauty that He promised us.” But instead, everything in
us that was not His Love began coming to the surface. We
became impatient, unkind in our words and actions, easily
provoked. We let our minds wander back to the old hurts
and nursed them a little. We could not endure this cross
another minute! Nor could we bear the pressure that
He was putting upon us. It seemed as though these inward
pressures would cause us to explode -- and sometimes we
did, in anger and impatience. We could not guard our
words, or our emotions, but He kept us there until we
despaired of ourselves, for there was no strength left to
produce anything that was beautiful.
Many of us experienced physical illnesses, debilitating
us to the point where we could hardly drag one foot
forward. All there was left was weakness, emptiness,
ig;omess and total lack of strength or power within
ourselves to appropriate. The old man died, falling limp
on the cross. And He let us hang there for a day or two
just to prove it to us. No life left. All we could do
now was to whisper, “You’ll have to do the rest!” With
that profound confession, He walked up to us and said,
‘IT IS FINISHED! You have lost your life; now I will
give you MINE!’ He took us down from the cross and
cradled us in His arms like a little baby and said, “Now
that the old man is dead, simply lie here in My arms and
appropriate My life, abiding, resting in My arms and you
will bring forth much fruit!” You can no longer expect
anything from the old man because he is dead. So, there
will be no condemnation, no self-reflection, no more
struggle. I will carry you into this life experience.
You will watch My beauty blossom forth as you lie still,
trusting Me. You are a new Rosebud right now, so do not
expect the perfect beauty of the fully opened rose at
first. You will begin to experience My taking possession
of you and My working in you. To will and to do My good
pleasure will become as natural to you as breathing and
the blinking of your eyes. There will be a learning to
walk in this abiding but grace will be given to you to do
that and your faith will become unshakable.
Lord, I would not have known exactly when the old man
died if you had not told me.”
“Why, child, the old man of law and self-effort has been
dead all along. He died with Me at My crucifixion. I
only had to bring you to the place where you realized it.
I had to bring you through all these cross experiences
just so you could come to the full realization that he
had nothing to appropriate and that there was nothing in
him that could get you into the Kingdom of God! I had to
bring you to the place where you had
nothing to offer me but an empty cup, so that I could
fill it with My Life.
Now, I will set a table before you in the presence of
your enemies. I will anoint your head with the Seven
Spirits of God. Your Tabernacle will spill forth My
Life, My Light, My Love. Surely goodness and mercy will
follow you everywhere you go, everywhere I send you --
and you will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.”
Now -- the last Trump is sounding! Everywhere there are
those who are hearing, “It is finished! Arise, shine;
for thy Light is come and the glory of the Lord is rising
upon thee! Move forward, that My life may come to full
flower and My beauty may be seen upon thee!”
There is joy in the morning, for we have endured the
night.
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A jaw-dropping masterpiece penned, without doubt, by an author who experienced the cross at the most intimate levels. Profound and beautiful. Just beautiful.
Edited by SuzanneLachapel on 01/12/2016 at 11:46am
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Wow this is a perfect explanation!
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Karen Samford
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I found this on
http://www.lighthouselibrary.com
I liked what said on the website.It says,
"The Beacon Light of Christ is shining brightly from this
place, beckoning those who will - come to the treasures
stored within this library of hope. The walls of this
sanctuary are the building stones of all who have
contributed in anyway to its standing. The mortar that
binds the stones together is LOVE. The DOOR IS ALWAYS
OPEN…
Here is a haven of calm where you will find refreshment
for your soul. Within this storehouse are many volumes,
provided by individuals from around the world, and
throughout the ages."
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