People think that Judas Ischariot
Let his grasping greed run riot
And betrayed Messiah
For silver of his desire
He jumped at the dangled carrot
After that he had to rue his decision
For he saw the results of his action
Seeing no saving remedy
He died of his malady
Becoming a symbol of Malefaction
Let people think once again
For his spirit just like Cain
Still lives in some
Where gain trumps godly pain
Where those with fair talents
Voices to convert continents
Switch for fortune
To the popular tune
And croon perfidious intents
In the year that Christ was Crucified, He prophesied. In that year Caiaphas was the High Priest, he prophesied too about the substitutionary salvation of the Messiah.
Christ sent his disciples to cast out devils, Caiaphas had his caste of preachers too, his Pharisee children that defied devilry
Christ was the Teacher and Lawgiver. He proclaimed from Mount Olives. Caiaphas thundered his sayings from the temple mount
And if you lived then, who would you have chosen to follow? The signs were the same in deed and name. But Christ was the promise of the age manifested. Caiaphas was what the human sages suggested.
Same stark choice stares us in the face today in the sunset of the human race.
Israel was a chosen race, called by God. There were a people with uncommon grace. But this covenant was dependent on being obedient.
After generations of idolatry and spiritual infidelity, God had enough. He thundered seventy years of Babylonian captivity for his erring children.
God thought it, Jeremiah said it and that should have settled it.
No so fast, for the political prophet Hannaniah countered the prophecy: the merciful God will only allow two years of captivity
A God of love or a Deity of doom, seventy years or two to calm their fears?
They believed Hannaniah yet a generation died pining in exile. They that despise the covenant lose all claims to the Grace they defy.
Uzziah was a great king of Judah. He had followed the Lord from his youth. He knew the Word. God had blessed his loyalty. He was by many accounts the greatest king since Solomon.
All was blissful and peaceful till Uzziah decided to ruffle the order of his kingdom.
One day the king decided to offer sacrifice at the altar. He was not a priest. He was not of the tribe of priests – Levi. In the temple, priests rushed to stop his infamy. They pleaded, yet he would not be dissuaded.
While he held the sacred censer, his skin turned to that of a leper.
This is a warning to us coming after – for times when ambition defies revelation’s tether.
After Elijah was taken bodily into heaven, the double portion of his Spirit came upon Elisha, who witnessed his rapture first hand.
There were other prophets who knew about Elijah’s exit but did not have a Revelation of what really happened.
Soon after Elijah’s disappearance, the sons of the prophets began to lobby for a rescue party to be sent to look for him. Perhaps the chariots of fire had suffered engine failure and had landed on a mountain far away?
Elisha refused to authorize the search. He knew where Elijah was. But they pressed until he became ashamed, lest he look like an uncaring disciple.
The search party wasted three days in a forlorn escapade, and came back sorrowful.
As it was then, so it is now. The rapture is a revelation only to those who are watching and waiting.