What happened when Jesus rose from the dead …

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Weeping broke the early morning silence.  It was the first day of the week.  While the world woke up, an uncomprehending woman cried her heart out beside a tomb. 

It was a world stricken with death.  It came to them all, sooner or later.  But this was a day unlike any other.  Resurrected feet trod the earth.

“Woman, why are you crying? Who do you seek?” the King asked, approaching her.

Standing at the empty tomb, Mary Magdalene didn’t recognise him.  With the light and the tears blinding her eyes, she cried “They’ve taken away my Lord, and I don’t know where they’ve laid him. If you have taken him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.”

Mary,” the King said.

“Teacher!” she cried in recognition, turning to him.

The risen Lord had been in the belly of the earth for three days and nights, even preaching to those who’d perished in the flood of Noah.  Now, he had returned from death.  (1 Peter 3:19)

He said, “Touch me not, for I am not yet ascended to my Father, but go to my brethren, and say to them, I ascend to my Father, and your Father, and to my God, and your God.” (John 20)

Obeying him, Mary, Joanna and Mary the mother of James went and told the disciples the Lord had risen, but they were not believed.

Ascending to his Kingdom, the King was greeted with songs, shouts, and cries of joy.  Walking across the sapphire pavement, the resurrected Son of God approached the throne of his Father, the keys of Death and Hell in his hands. The gates of Hell had not prevailed against him.

All of Heaven rejoiced.  The eyes of the creatures hailed their creator as the angels formed a rank of honour.  All bowed down as he passed.

A throne awaited him.

But first, before mounting the stairs to take his place at the right hand of the Father, the Son of God presented himself as the first of the harvest.

Looking ahead to the harvest of mankind that awaited, the angels sang for joy. The creatures added their voice, “Hail to the First-fruits of the earth.”

All of Heaven rose to their feet as the Father rose from his throne, accepting the sinless offering of the earth.

The Son of Man would serve as the High Priest of the New Covenant in the sanctuary, the true tabernacle set up by the Lord, not by a mere human being.

The sanctuary built by Moses was a copy and shadow of what is in heaven. This is why Moses was warned when he was about to build the tabernacle: “See to it that you make everything according to the pattern shown you on the mountain. (Hebrews 8)

The only man-made thing in this place were the scars on the King’s body.

Now all of Heaven would await the arrival of the Church of the Firstborn.

And he is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything he might have the supremacy. Colossians 1:18


This story is taken from Mark 16 and Luke 24.

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Kingdom authority

Kingdom AuthorityLaughing I’d sprung up onto the horses back, waiting for my brother to sit behind me.  What a happy day, the day my father bought us the horse; a gleaming chocolate-brown mare called Lady.  I couldn’t wait to learn how to ride her.  Being the eldest I got to sit in front and hold the reins.  Unfortunately the joy didn’t last.

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The day we got Lady

The help’s children heard about the horse as soon as their mother got home.  They arrived the next day, all four of them.  I can still see them crossing the creek and running over the paddocks to our place.  I was a timid seven-year old and no match for them.  They were older, aggressive and mean – with a huge sense of entitlement.  The reins were snatched out of my hands as the usurpers helped each other onto her back.  I was left standing by the gate in tears, watching them ride our horse.

It was no good going to my mother.  She had her own problems – bipolar illness and a big family.  The big family wasn’t entirely her fault – after me and my brother were born she had two sets of twin girls.  After the birth of the last set of twins, she was completely unable to cope with us.  I’m not going to go there with the bipolar thing.  All I will say is the day the horse arrived is my only happy memory from that time.

My father hired Miriam, a woman of Samoan/Maori blood to help my mother in the house.  I know we got her and her family the same year as the horse.  I didn’t know Miriam was the help.  I thought she was a friend of my mother and her children were our “friends”, even though they seemed to look down on us.  I foolishly trusted her as an Aunty.  I didn’t know it as a child, but Miriam despised me because in her words “I was always crying”.

There is a proverb which says “A shrewd servant will gain authority over a master’s worthless son and receive a part of the inheritance.” Proverbs 17:2

I went into the house to ask the adults for help.  They told me I had to “share”.  Hearing this and knowing I had no authority as the daughter of the house, Miriam’s children sneered at me and assumed ownership of the horse.  At first I cried and became a victim – but I was a determined little kid.  I wrested control from them after I worked out how to bridle the horse, jump on her back and ride across the paddocks to my grandparent’s place.  I did this until they got the message about who the horse belonged to.

Still I felt worthless and powerless.  I wasn’t allowed to have boundaries.  I lost faith in people and felt I had no one to turn to.  Parents who don’t give their children boundaries send them defenseless into a world full of controlling manipulative people.

So how does this relate to the Kingdom of God?  What would Jesus have done?  He would have put the smallest children on the horse’s back first.  The children of the servant would have had to ask permission to ride.  If we had said yes they would have had to wait their turn.  The Lord is a firm believer in boundaries and treating people with respect.  Boundaries were the first things He helped me construct when He became my King.

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He gives power to the faint; 
and to them that have no might 
he increases strength.  
Isaiah 40:29.

God will help us in our weakness if we recognise His authority.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, 
for theirs is the kingdom.  
Matthew 5:3

There was once a powerful man who recognised his own sin and helplessness.  This man, a roman centurion, saw Jesus and recognised His authority;

When Jesus had entered Capernaum, a centurion came to him, asking for help. “Lord,” he said, “my servant lies at home paralyzed, suffering terribly.”  Jesus said to him, “Shall I come and heal him?”

The centurion replied, “Lord, I do not deserve to have you come under my roof. But just say the word, and my servant will be healed.  For I myself am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. I tell this one, ‘Go,’ and he goes; and that one, ‘Come,’ and he comes. I say to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.”

When Jesus heard this, he was amazed and said to those following him, “Truly I tell you, I have not found anyone in Israel with such great faith.  I say to you that many will come from the east and the west, and will take their places at the feast with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven.  But the subjects of the kingdom will be thrown outside, into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”

Then Jesus said to the centurion, “Go! Let it be done just as you believed it would.” And his servant was healed at that moment.”  Matthew 8:9

The Kingdom of God is not in word, but in power.  We haven’t been left as orphans.  Jesus has given us his authority.  We need to know our authority as sons and daughters of the King and walk in it.

I’ll leave you with a clip of some beautiful horses responding to their master’s authority.  These horses were originally bred as “war horses” in the days of knights and armor.  As armor got heavier, bigger horses were needed and the Friesian almost became extinct.  They are back, and are one of the most beautiful horses in stature as well as gait.   These horses are native to the Netherlands.

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May you find your joy in the LORD, and may He cause you to ride in triumph on the heights of the land … (Isaiah 58:14).

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The return of the King

AragornIn my story the Kingdom, I have imagined the King to be like Aragorn in the Lord of the Rings.  Aragorn is a King but to the Hobbits he is a ranger called Strider, their guide and protector.  If you watched the Return of the King, you saw Strider become who he was born to be; the King of Gondor.

The story reminds me of our own world.  Right now, we’ve got our own nightmare version of Mordor with the eye of Sauron (Horus) glaring at us and enemies pouring out the gates, bent on conquest.

The Church has been holding back the darkness for 2,000 years, but the lights are going out in places.  The tiny nation of Israel is holding the Jihadists back in the Middle East.  They are God’s chosen people and an outpost of freedom, but Christians are persecuted elsewhere.

As I write this ancient churches with Aramaic speaking Christians are being wiped out in Syria and Iraq.  Europe is in peril with its large Moslem populations.  The most common name for babies from Brussels to Oslo is now “Mohammed”.  It doesn’t bode well for the West.

And that’s just one of the world’s problems.  The Phoenix is rising.  We’ve got the Illuminati and the banksters thinking they’re the chosen ones, and they want to rule a depopulated world with us as their slaves.

All of this has been foretold in the Bible.  We await the return of our King in the second coming of Christ.  This is not a vain hope.  The Bible says in 2 Peter 3:5-9  I have paraphrased it here;

Above all, you must understand that in the last days scoffers will come, scoffing and following their own evil desires. They will say, “Where is this ‘coming’ he promised? Ever since our ancestors died, everything goes on as it has since the beginning of creation …..

But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.  The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.” 

Jesus will defeat Satan and sit on the throne at Jerusalem.  Israel who was back in their land in unbelief will look on their Messiah, the one they have pierced, and weep as God pours out on them a spirit of grace and supplication.  (Zechariah 12:10).

We are familiar with Jesus portrayed as a lamb – gentle, meek and mild … although I don’t like the pictures and statues where He is forever on the cross, or he’s the little baby Jesus sitting on Mary’s lap.  He’s little and she’s really big!  I don’t think so.  He was her Lord.  But what does He look like, as a King?  Does the Bible show us?

On the Lord’s day nealy 2,000 years ago, the apostle John saw Jesus as a King.  Here is what John  saw.  I’ve written it as a story;

Lion 1The Throne Room (Book of Revelation, chapter 5)

The man called John stood before the throne of God speechless with wonder.  Was he dead?  He pinched himself.  The last thing he could remember was an open door.  Now he was here.  He looked down at his feet.  What was he standing on?  The floor looked like a sea of glass, clear as crystal.  The colours reflected there were indescribable. 

A rainbow that shone like an emerald encircled the one on the throne.  In front of the throne, seven lamps were blazing.  The one on the throne was resplendent in amber and ruby coloured light.  Surrounding the throne were twenty-four other thrones, and seated on them were twenty-four elders dressed in white with crowns of gold upon their heads.  

In the center, around the throne, were four living creatures unlike anything the man had ever beheld on Earth.  The first living creature was like a lion, the second was like an ox, the third had a face like a man, the fourth was like an eagle.  Each of the four living creatures had six wings with eyes all around, even under their wings.

From the throne came flashes of lightning, rumblings and peals of thunder.  The court was in session.  

In the right hand of the one who sat on the throne was a scroll with writing on both sides, sealed with seven seals. A mighty angel proclaimed in a loud voice, “Who is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll?”  No one in heaven or on earth or under the earth could open the scroll or even look inside it.

The man wept and wept because no one was worthy to open the scroll or look inside.  He wept because the scroll held the title deed to the world – which Adam had lost.  No man could get it back, they were a fallen race.

Lion of JudahThen one of the elders looked from his throne and said to the man, “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed. He is able to open the scroll and its seven seals.”

The man remembered that long ago in Egypt Jacob had prophesied;

“You are a lion’s cub, Judah; you return from the prey, my son. Like a lion he crouches and lies down, like a lioness–who dares to rouse him?
The scepter will not depart from Judah, nor the ruler’s staff from between his feet, until he to whom it belongs shall come and the obedience of the nations shall be his.”  Genesis 49:9

Wiping away his tears he beheld Judah’s descendant, the Lion of God.  The Lion took the scroll from the right hand of the one who sat on the throne. 

John could see the scars from where the Lamb had been slain.  With his blood he had purchased for God persons from every tribe and language and people and nation.  He made them to be a kingdom and priests to serve the one on the throne, and they were to reign on the earth.

The Lamb would return as the Lion.  The obedience of the nations would be his.  Holding the scroll, the King roared.

The elders and four creatured around the throne worshipped him, along with angels numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand.  The Lion of God shook his mane of hair and accepted their worship.  One word came from them all; WORTHY. 

The gift of the Shepherd

The Lord is My ShepherdTired and drained, she stood by the fire inside in her father’s house, trying to get warm, and trying not to look at her father’s empty chair.  The shepherd’s staff leaned in the corner near the chair, unnoticed. 

In the land of the Kingdom, she wearily trudged through the Valley of the Shadow of death, stopping at her father’s house for the sad task of sorting out his belongings.  “One of you girls can take that,” Sally his widow said, suddenly noticing the staff. She recognised it.

“That’s my old crook” she remarked.

“It was down in his workshop,” Sally said, “He’d made it down there the other day, but he was too weak to walk back up the path.  I found him leaning on it, unable to move. It’s yours, please take it.”

Her sisters gave her his car.  As she got the engine running, a thin stream of water shot out of the radiator, landing in an arc on the concrete in front of her sisters.  Sighing, she cracked an egg into the radiator water, praying it would hold until she could get the leak fixed.

Obviously her father had been too ill to maintain the car.  It still had all his stuff in it, the paperback he’d been reading was face down on the seat where he’d left it. Putting the crook in the back of the car with the rest of his stuff, she concentrated on getting the car back to Wanganui.

At home she put the crook in the corner of the room and cried.  It was more than she could cope with. The endless winter days felt like a long, dark valley where she did not laugh and she did not smile.  Again the humble crook stayed unnoticed until finally, the God of all comfort came.

Her tear filled eyes were drawn to the staff.  She noticed it had been varnished.  Mindful of the care taken in its preservation, she asked “Does this crook have some significance?”

The Shepherd replied, giving her some dates, and a number.  “From the day you left Napier on the 4th day of August 1971, to the day of your Father’s death on the 4th day of August 1994, 23 years were written in my book. When your father leaned on the staff, I was there.  Now the time for your father has ended, and you will go on. Read Psalm 23. It will be familiar to you.”

   The Lord is my shepherd,
   I shall not want;
He makes me lie down in green pastures.

   He leads me beside still waters;
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness

   for His name’s sake.

  Even though I walk through the valley
   of the shadow of death,
   I will fear no evil;
   for you are with me;
   Your rod and Your staff comfort me.  Psalm 23

Carried back to the place where she had first encountered the Shepherd in the valley, she smiled at him through her tears.  She could see the hills, the sheep, the creek and the quiet pool by the willows. “This is the place where we first met” she said, wiping away her tears as her eyes lingered on the crook, the shepherd’s staff.

Taking the staff in her hands she ran her fingers over the smooth wood, remembering.  The staff had come back to her as a great gift from the Shepherd, and it comforted her.   She wiped her eyes and said “It’s true. Your rod and your staff … comfort me.”

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted,” the Lord replied. (Matthew 5:4)

Born to be

mary_baby_jesusHappy Christmas.  I hope it has been a good week and not too stressful.  For me, Christmas is a time to celebrate and a time of truth, where the story of the King’s birth is told in songs, carols, stories, and Christmas plays across the world.  If not for that, the message would be buried by Santa and Christmas sales!

The story has been fore-told in ages past, where mankind was promised one who would come to save us – the “seed of the woman” God spoke of when He cursed the serpent in the garden.  She is represented by the sign of Virgo, holding a branch in her right hand, an ear of corn in her left.

“And I will put enmity
Between you and the woman,
And between your seed and her Seed;
He shall bruise your head,
And you shall bruise His heel.”   Genesis 3:16

Genesis 3 15 - 2The titanic struggle between the serpent and the promised one is represented by the sign of Scorpio, which portrays a gigantic scorpion endeavouring to sting in the heel a mighty man who is struggling with a serpent.

Right now the battle on earth is for our hearts and minds.  Will we believe the truth, or treat it as a story?

Lucifer (called ‘the dragon’ in my story) has done his best to hide the facts of King’s birth, life, and resurrection.  Christ called him “a liar, and the Father of lies.”

The serpent has raised up his own stories and heroes to hide, obfuscate and discredit the truth.  For instance, he will say that Isis and Osiris were there in Egypt before Christ and Mary, and before that, there was Nimrod and Semiramis in Babylon.  Sure, they’re described in the Bible as “other gods”, idols that God warned Israel about.  The devil has a two-fold purpose; to keep the truth away from us, and to arouse God’s anger.  Hear God lament about it in the book of Jeremiah, about 600 years before the Birth of Christ.

“The children gather wood, the fathers light the fire, and the women knead the dough and make cakes to offer to the Queen of Heaven. They pour out drink offerings to other gods to arouse my anger.”   Jeremiah 7:18 

Mary is venerated in the Roman Catholic Church as “the Queen of Heaven”, causing us non-Catholics to shy away from her.  I don’t mean to ‘dis’ Catholics, that is not my intention.  It’s just that Mary should not and would not want to be worshiped.  I believe she would be appalled at her identity theft by Isis.  I was thinking about it this Christmas, as I watched the children put on their Christmas play.

I do believe that Mary deserves better than to be avoided.  She gave birth to the King, raised him even though the sorrow of that would pierce her heart.  Christmas is about getting together with family.  Mary was part of Christ’s family, His mother here on Earth.  She wasn’t born to be a god, she was born to be a mother, the mother of a King.  In that role, I believe she deserves our wholehearted respect.

The second wish

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Once upon a time there was a Princess, who had made two wishes without consulting her Father, the King. 

Her life in tatters after leaving the narcissist, the Princess made of the King her first request;

Please bring me a man who is the exact opposite of Silver-tongue, the narcissist.

The King decided to grant her request because she needed to learn.  She should have asked for wisdom.

The next man, a double minded man, was the complete opposite but just as perverse.

The foolish princess still hadn’t learned and asked the King to bring her someone else.

It was another soulish prayer; “Please bring me someone who sees me for who I really am, and desires me.

“Be careful of what you ask,” the King replied, wanted the Princess to see herself through His eyes.

Granting the Princess her wish, he summoned Ishmael, a foreigner from a far off land, a man of a different kingdom and faith.

It was a test.  Would she stand for the King, or fall for Ishmael?

Ishmael loved and desired the Princess, and he did restore her self esteem.  But Ishmael could never be hers.

“Why did you bring me Ishmael?”  the Princess exclaimed, knowing this was not the King’s will.

“You asked for him”  the King replied.

She should have sought the will of the King.

This was not a fairy tale.

The story of the first and second wish are in my book.


Here is wisdom, when we ask God for something, we need to ask according to His will.

And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. 1 John 5:14

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Big promises, small beginnings

Zechariah4_10I once made God a big promise;  that if He lifted me out of my circumstances, I would put no restrictions on Him – the sky would be the limit.  I hadn’t factored in what He’d want to do with me. 

When I made this extravagant promise I was living in small town New Zealand, after having lived in Sydney.  After Sydney, I despised the town I was living in.  All I wanted to do was get back to Australia.  For a few months my dream was realised.  I lived in Canberra, Australia’s capital.

But like a boomerang I ended up back in New Zealand, again.  I asked God how can the sky be the limit back in a small town of a small country?

He told me not to despise the day of small things.

I have learned since then that what matters is its not where we live but what we live.

Did I overcome the small town limitations that I chafed against?  My book tells the story.