“Born Dying”
Everything in the earth is born dying. There was a bridge in Del Rio, Tn., not far from where we live. It was just replaced with a new modern one. It had done its job getting folks across the French Broad River for many years. The only thing is, it slowly starting dying the moment the workers finished building it. The wind, the rain, ground settlement and the sun took its toll on it. Everything man builds is that way.
One day the whole earth will roll up like a scroll and a new one will come called New Jerusalem. The only thing that doesn’t die here is the Holy Ghost and what He alone builds. Our bodies will die, but the Holy Ghost in us will not. We will have a new body in a new city.
In the county where we live things are constantly changing. The old ways that we built and love are dying and new things and ways are passing away. A city, school, a church building or anything can be built just the way we like it. We think it will always be here for future generations. Then one day a man named “Wind” moved into our county. He brings his city ways with him. He says, “Why don’t you have this in your county? We have it where I used to live”. We resisted, so he runs for office and before you know it, we have that thing he had where he used to live. Later, a lady named Miss “Rain” moves here from another state, “Well, I never saw a church that didn’t have that. I never”, she says. So she convinces the folks to have that thing. Another time, two brothers moved here named “Ground” and “Settlement”. Man did they bring change! Then “Miss Sun” came, what a scorcher she was! She overheated the men. Dying seems to be a way of life here. Is it where you live?
Once there was a great out pouring of the Holy Ghost on the people of Europe, when man saw that faith came by hearing and not by works as some taught. Then shortly, guess who moved in? “Mr. Wind” then “Miss Rain”, “Miss Sun” and those two brothers came and things started sinking and became unrecognizable. The Holy Ghost hovered over the men and moved them to a new city called America. Just as the old broken down bridge in Del Rio, Tn., it became unrecognizable and its purpose useless, a new country had to be built. They knew that everything is born dying, they had just experienced it. They wrote in their new charters and documents the ways of the Holy Ghost, to never forget and govern in His ways. They wrote a legal document called the constitution that prevented those we chose to govern us from coming between us and God, who gave us our rights. Meaning they were given by God alone, not man.
Things went well for a long time. Mr. “Wind” and his friends weren’t allowed by our new documents to move in. Frustrated, they began to think of another way to get in. The Church, that’s it, we will move into the Church first and then we will get to the documents. Mr. “Wind”, walked into the church building and said”, I notice that you talk in a strange language. That’s not very dignified and we don’t do that where I am from”. Soon after, here came Miss “Rain”, saying “I notice you not only talk where no one can recognize what you’re saying, but you sing that way too. We don’t do that in the church I came from, so as not to offend”. Then that opened the door for the rest of the foreigners to come in also. Some had names such as, Mr. “Forget God”, Miss “Self-Will”, Mr. “Ashamed”, Miss “Governess”, Mr. “Cowardly”, Mr. “Stay out Of Politics” and many more. Soon the Church stayed in the building they had built and called for everyone to come up where they were, rather than go out where the government and the other people were. “Mr. Good-Smell” came to visit one day, with nose a flaring and said, “Is there a dead varmint in here?” They were shocked, saying in one voice, who on earth would say such a thing, how offensive. He was quickly asked to leave and not to come back. Now that the Church was out of politics, the foreigners moved right in with ease. After many years things changed and started to look like the old Del Rio Bridge. Well, the thing the Church didn’t know, was that the man “Mr. Good-smell” and his family had an encounter with the Holy Ghost about the smell in Washington DC. It was double awful and getting worse. Soon the smell wafted out into the countryside and all the people started to smell that way also.
The Holy Ghost trained the entire “Good-smell” family, thousands of them to be soldiers, each having their different job. They would first move into the Church and then on to Washington D.C… They remind me of the stone Rodochrosite that grows within solid rock. When blasted out into the sunshine, they shine blood red like the Glory of God, blindingly beautifull. His son’s name was “Prophet Good-smell”. Prophet was a man of few words, absolute and one way. He walked into the Church uninvited. They were all startled at the unusual sweet smell about him. He said in a loud voice,” The smell of death is in this place, not the sweet smell of the Rose of Sharon.” Mr. “Forget- God flew out the back door and immediately, The Holy Ghost came in behind Good-Smell. The sweet smell of Rose of Sharon quickly spread through the Church and the countryside. Now, it’s on to D.C. Some of the names of the other soldiers were, Mr. “Justice”, Mr. “Faithful”, Mr. “Honor”, Miss “Truly”, Mr. “Kind-Heart”, Mr.” Forget-Not” and on and on, They held the Sword of the Spirit in one hand and the Word of Truth in the other. The sweet smell of the Rose of Sharon engulfed everything as it came in afterwards. One man blew a great Trumpet as they entered D.C. The foul smell of death fought a good fight, but the Rose of Sharon overpowered it. Death was defeated. The foul smell departed to their homes where they demonstrated and cursed the Trumpet and Mr. Good-smell and his army of sons.
Then Mr. “Prophet stood before the Army and the whole people and said. “Always remember, simple man could never have planned this great victory we see before us today. The Great Father instructed the Holy Ghost to gather men from all over this land, training their hands for war, for such a time as this. They have stood up and have taken their place in this great army and have taken back their Church and Country and their rights that their Father has given them. The one thing that will prevent this from ever happening again is this, Never, never, I say never, until The Mighty Warrior Jesus returns, never forget what our great God has done here today. Death cannot live in the atmosphere of Gratefulness. Make Gratefulness your best friend and companion. The Holy Ghost has filled us up with what was lacking in our weakness and strengthened us for the battle. Never forget that God who built this country has taken it back from the stink of death, and be forever grateful. “
David McClary
avoicefromthemountain.com
