It was -46 below with wind chill this morning so I thought I should begin working on my books again. I decided to start with the first 5 chapters of the Rock I’ll probably continue with it here and there 5 chapters at a time until the entire book is up. There are 3757 words within the first 5 chapters. I hope there are some good things herein, some ‘food for thought ‘ God bless you as you read.
Servant climbed until his legs and lungs were aflame with exertion, when he reached the top of the mountain with no higher to go other than to scale a house sized boulder he clambered to the top and sat looking to the east over the plain, which was now a vast city and remembered how it had been a barren in his youth. He began to speak to his father as a man speaking to his best friend, “You know me father you know everything about me and what is on my heart, before a word is formed on my lips you know it. ‘Servant smiled’ it’s amazing to me but true because I can feel you inside and sometimes you are so close that I feel your presence and almost touch your face. He laid back on the rock, arms stretched out over his head as he remembered Isaac, and how he had helped his father Abraham construct the altar for his own sacrifice. Servant closed his eyes and listened in communion of heart to Y-H-W-H God, “It was for freedom that Christ has set us free, no longer to be taken in a yoke of slavery, therefore we rejoice in his victory with hearts responding to his love.
As he laid back head down below body level the blood flow to his head increased his head throbbed from the increased blood flow, and whatever resistance might have been within as a result of his former injuries. Putting his hands under his head he raised it just enough to be comfortable, if ever there were any comfort to be found lying on a rock. Still looking to the sunrise began to feel the warmth closing his eyes he soon drifted off into a sleepy place where he enjoyed every second as an eternity.
“Eye has not seen nor ear heard the things which God has prepared for those who love him, But God has revealed them to us through His Spirit. For the Spirit searches all things, yes, the deep things of God. For what man knows the things of a man except the spirit of the man which is in him? Even so no one knows the things of God except the Spirit of God. Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, that we might know the things that have been freely given to us by God. These things we also speak, not in words which man’s wisdom teaches but which the Holy [Spirit teaches, comparing spiritual things with spiritual. But the natural man does not receive the things of the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him; nor can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned. But he who is spiritual judges all things, yet he himself is rightly judged by no one. For “who has known the mind of the Lord that he may instruct Him?” But we have the mind of Christ.
Servant was in a different place now, this was where he’d always wanted to be, “Agh my heart longs and yearns for you Lord! My Spirit fails in longing for your presence for the breath of life in you!” Was this a dream or was this the reality of the kingdom of God? This was living prayer and the fullness of the presence of God in the inner man, where eye cannot see, and ear cannot hear but where the heart can fully understand. Servant basked in the warmth of the morning sun until every thought and prayer was gone and he was sound asleep.
Hey mister are you okay?! Hey Mister? Mister, are you okay”? With the cross wind blowing he didn’t hear the calls as he slept until, a certain presence closed in about him and he felt more than he heard, “Mister, are you okay,” a hand touched his arm and Servant opened his eyes
“Hi,” she smile and laughed nervously, “I saw you up here and I thought you were in trouble, It seemed like you were hurt.” Servant sat up and smiled, “I ‘m fine, thanks, just some old wounds that slow me down at times, where were you I didn’t see you.” “I was over on the ridge,” she pointed to the North about half a mile. “I’m Liz, what’s your name?” I’m John, but they call me Servant. “Servant, that’s different isn’t it?” “Yea it is,” Liz looked into his eyes, and suddenly began to reel “Oh – oh, I see, I see she stammered as she began to shake, your eyes, those eyes I- I – I have to go.” “Wait, what’s wrong with my eyes? I – am just another person’.
Liz slipped down off the Rock and walked clumsily down the slope until she was out of sight. John laid back where he’d been before and thought about the brief encounter with her and began to meditate on the word of the Lord again this time thinking of Isaiah 24 wondering why every time he’d thought of the passage before he’d put it off in his mind till the final end of the world after the thousand years of Christ’s rule with the saints on the earth. A bit distraught he wondered how many cultic doctrine’s men and women had developed over the last two thousand years from just such thinking. “Isaiah 24: 1; Behold the lord makes the earth empty and makes it waste, distorts its surface and scatters abroad its inhabitants; v- 19-23, The earth is violently broken, The earth is split open, the earth is shaken exceedingly. The earth shall reel to and fro like a drunkard, and shall totter like a hut; Its transgression shall be heavy upon it, and it will fall, and not rise again. It shall come to pass in that day That the Lord will punish on high the host of exalted ones, and the kings of the earth. They will be gathered together, as prisoners are gathered together in the pit, and will be shut up in the prison: Then the Moon will be disgraced and the Sun ashamed: For the Lord of Hosts will reign on Mount Zion and in Jerusalem and before His elders.”
John was not one to simply walk off thoughts of the word of the Lord, nor was he one to twist and pry them into some sort of box and then profess them to be other that they were intended to be, but he relished musing, and thinking, wondering what the Lord meant within every passage. As he lay on the Rock he heard again, “Hey Mister, can I come up?” raising himself he saw Liz, reached out his hand and pulled her up next to him with a curious smile and wonder. “You came back Liz?” “Well your eyes! I had an Uncle with eyes like yours, none of my family liked him and as I went down the mountain I remembered his eyes and I realized that I didn’t know him I realized that I had no reason to run away because there is something in your eyes that is alive and special something real, I don’t understand, who are you, I mean really – who are you? “John Withers, my name is John Withers, my friends call me Servant or Servant John.” “Well what do you do, where are you from, what – wh- who -what is the – in your eyes, wha – who are you?” Servant laughed a hearty laugh which troubled him that, in its rarity felt a little strange.
John smiled softly at her, “Well I suppose that what you see in my eyes is something of the Light of Jesus Christ,” he paused as she became tense, “I’m sorry I don’t often say much about him other than to people I know personally but you did ask.” “I used to be something of a preacher my favorite part of ministry was always praying with people.” Liz lost every inkling to warmth and friendliness as with determined precision she began, “That was it with my uncle he was a christian, my entire family are profoundly atheistic,” she became cold and crossed her arms in self defense. “Oh okay then I have no problem with that,” Servant smiled warmly turning his face toward the city far below. “My ‘uncle’ drove us all crazy with his ‘witnessing for the Lord’ as he called it, he annoyed my Dad so much that my dad wouldn’t let him into our house.” Servant laughed, “Ha ha ha, ha.” “So where is your uncle today?” “We don’t know he went off to some village somewhere in South America, I was to young to remember the name of it but he has never been heard from again.” Servant supposed aloud with a chuckle,”Well maybe he annoyed someone who had a spear, or a bow & arrow.” Liz hardened her brow into a frown as she gazed into his eyes. “I can’t believe you said that! Don’t you Christians all stick up for on another, and aren’t you all brothers or something like that?” “Well yeah but some of us are apparently harder to love than others and there are few who seem able to discern the time to speak and the time to just shut up.” “Wisdom is not inherent in Christianity as it was 100 years ago most today are driven by pop Church culture and not led by the Holy Ghost into the fullness and the wisdom of God.” “As much as you remember was your uncle gentle and quiet, or disrespectful loud, and boisterous?”
Liz looked again into his eyes, “You are certainly different all right, where are you from?” “I’ve been here all my life.” he smiled and paused waiting for another question when moments passed with none coming he asked. “So you must believe in evolution then huh?” “Yes I surely do why?” “Why is my question, Why – do you realize that it takes more faith to believe what you believe that it does to believe in a Holy God who created this place purely for his own pleasure and purpose?” “How so?” “Well I believe that just over 6000 years ago Y-H-W-H God decided to make a universe and he began to speak of it and said “Let it be.” He says that he, by the word of his mouth created everything that is visible to us whether as massive as the greatest star, or as minute as an atom, ‘he created them of things we cannot see, so that those things we see today have their intricate structure of his breath. You believe millions of millions of years ago nothing ‘blew up’, and created everything that is now visible that after this great explosion it somehow rained on some rocks for millions of millions of years and on and on…. but you cant have rain without an atmosphere and an earth in the first place. Evolution is a religious belief, which is what you have, and you have greater faith than I for believing it.” Eyes opened wide Liz looked again at this man who, ‘apparently had nothing better to do with himself than to sit on this rock and, and ‘errrg’ frustrate everything she ever held as truth.’ “Why did you come up here did you know I would be here too, did you….?” “I’m sorry I didn’t come up here other than to think and watch the sun rise.” She slipped down off the rock again and began to march away, “My Dad says Christians are Fools!” Servant Smiled, “I think he’s probably right! Christianity is not what is was a hundred years ago! And it’s not what its supposed to be today by any means!” “Man you talk funny who was your grammar teacher Mosses?” She turned and Jogged off down the ridge once again.
Servant remained seated atop the rock as he watched Liz disappear at the brow of the ridge half a mile away from where he sat. He again began to wonder about the frailty of this earth in which we live so pompously and presumptuously realizing that throughout most of his own life he’d lived in simple unawareness of the elements, or the reality which God had formed with his word. Taken aback he remembered the Flood and how God said there were giants in those days, that Enoch 7th from Adam had prophesied in the book of Enoch, which Jude quoted when he spoke of God’s coming judgment.
“Servant, Servant John, I have called you, I am calling you again!” John sat up straight and rigidly as he listened within his own heart, “Yes, Lord I hear you, you said you’ve called me and you are calling me again?” “But why, would you call ‘me’? ” I have called you because you will not make a name for yourself, but you will speak for me.” “You don’t need me for that my God.” “No I don’t need you nor any other, but I have given men to preach my word from the days of Enoch, and the days of Noah.” “Oh father I am a fool and not much of a man at all, you know that I have nothing to give in light of any great skill, or speech, I wish I’d stutter then I’d have a reason to talk the way I do!” You will speak before men and angels if you do not turn away from me as before.” “I’m sorry Lord, I tend to run away don’t I?” “You know you could give me wisdom and boldness of soul, that might help!” “My strength is perfected in your weakness.” “Perfect? Perfect!” ” Then I am the best man for the job father, except that I am a coward and a little girl can scare me off!” “You are not a coward, I see your heart, and know your thoughts and deeds.”
Morning passed as the afternoon shadows became longer rising to his feet again John looked down the path ahead to see Liz approach him with a Japanese katana in her hands he stopped and watched her approach wondering what she might be thinking. “Do you see this Mr?” “Yes it’s a Japanese katana! I’ve never seen one thanks for showing…. “Liz, do you know that a Japanese man will make many swords in his life but he will build ‘one’ good sword and it will take all his life to make it? Did you know that when the Katana is finally finished it is able to cut a man in two with one stroke from bottom to top diagonally?
Liz stopped short and for a moment forgot why she’d returned to this place. “I must be crazier than you are,” she said, “You must read encyclopedia’s for entertainment!” “My Dad brought this sword back from Japan when he worked there years ago. He said they probably have the oldest culture and religion known to man, why are you laughing?!” “Before you charged the hill with your sword General, I was praying and told God that I am a coward, and that a little girl could frighten me away. That is a beautiful sword, aren’t you scared to damage it bringing it up here?’” ” I brought it here to show you!! To show you!! that your Christianity is is is.” “Is the way the truth and the life, just like Jesus said.”
“No religion on the earth precedes the faith of Abraham and the promise of God to eternal life through the death, and resurrection of his son Jesus Christ. All religions are a simple throw back to the days right after the flood of the earth in which God destroyed the entire human race other than one man Noah and his family. Interestingly every culture on the earth today has its own variant of the flood written in its history.”
“You never stop talking!” “Your right I talk too much I’m sorry.” “How do you know so much about everything?” “I don’t, but I read the Bible its amazing what you find in its pages and context sorry I’m talking again.”
Servant looked closely at her face, noticing what looked like bruises, stepping in, Liz turning away from his gaze. “What happened?” “My Dad, I simply asked him if we had a Bible in our house and he went wild, flew into a rage and slapped me it’s the first time he’d ever done anything like that, I don’t understand.” “Oh oh.” “What, oh oh, what does that mean?” ” Oh oh means that there is fear in his heart because he knows enough of the truth to bring the terror of God to heart with the mere mention of God’s word, I’ve seen it before. Liz, you have to know that true atheists do not fear the Bible, they ridicule it, but both respect it and use it for their own purposes your Dad knows something of Gods will and word, but he is locked into terror and rejection by something hidden within his own heart which he may even be unaware of.” “You might be right because he went and found it came out and threw it at my face saying here’s your G–*—* — BIBLE!” Servant laughed softly and held her tight, “Liz I am sorry but this is the very thing that happens in the real Christian world we reach out and get shot at all the time.” “Well I’m not a believer! why would he do that?” “You found and open wound in your father’s heart, something that needs to be dressed and healed, something that he is trying to hide, maybe hide mostly from himself.” “Without knowing him I can tell you two things, one is he knows or has known someone who is a believer, and two there is a secret wound in his heart.” ” You’re not as talkative as you were earlier, you slowed down and seem calmer, what you are saying seems to make sense. “My Dad is kind, and gentle but there is a quiet desperation in his eyes sometimes, that always brings me to tears when I see it. What can I do John I mean is there something I can do?” “Yes, and no, yes in that you can turn your heart to God and you can begin by believing first, already I think you do, and no because God is the healer of hearts and he is the one who draws people out of the crowds of unbelief to healing and salvation; but when you have true faith in Jesus He will become wisdom in you and he will give you wisdom to speak to your father, just remember though he says, don’t go to war without his power, and don’t cast his precious treasure before swine, lest the trample them in the mire and turn and tear you apart.’ Not saying anything against your dad its simply a known principle of God that we need to wait until he gives us wisdom and power before we go out to rescue people from their own chains and utter darkness.” “your starting to talk again!” “I know I know Liz but this is true, and I am pretty sure that God has his heart set on you for salvation. Liz when God starts he doesn’t ever stop, and one day he will bring you to faith and you will be the first to know it.”
“Yeah!? And so how do you know all this?” “I don’t I just believe and I hope, Actually I do know! I do know because that is how he works, and nobody comes to birth without blood and pain, it’s just the way it is with God.” “So! How can I help my dad then?” well spend time with him, and close in on his heart, I mean try to love him deeply with real detail, this world is selfish vain and shallow, but true love seeks deep and brings life.” “I think I understand, but what if he figures out what I am doing, he wont if you truly look for his love as his little girl, and if you look into his eyes and ask.” “Ask, ask what?” “Everything, ask everything, and when God is with you God will give you all the answers regardless of the answers your dad might give.” “Liz smiled, “You are so so very different, who did you say you are? I think, maybe, maybe -never mind never mind.”
Author: Hubert Rondeau