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The Jubilee Minister…

Every year, on Yom Kippur, the holiest day of the year, the High Priest would begin his entrance into the Holy of Holies. But the first thing he had to do was strip himself of his priestly garments and put on a simple white linen covering. Only then, and barefoot, could he begin to approach God.

You are also called to be a priest and enter His presence. If you really want to enter the presence of the Lord, you have to strip yourself of your pride, your concerns, your business, your preoccupations, your religiousness, even your ministry and ministry concerns.

You see, the High Priest had to even remove his garments of ministry in order to approach God. So even if you are the head of a great ministry, you still have to approach God without it, stripped, as a little child. .

For all ministry begins in the Holy Place, with no ministry, just God and you, and the blood of the sacrifice. From that presence, that love, that joy of salvation comes everything else. So enter the Holy of Holies today, but leave your High Priestly garments in the changing room.

But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. 2 Corinthians 3:16-18

Come into His presence , just as you are, enter with an open heart. Come boldly but simply to find His will for you today.

Walk daily with God at your side!

Love always,

Ed

Happy New Year…

When I was growing up on the reservation Grandfather would always start the New Year with a poem. I thought I would pass on the tradition this year. This poem was one of Grandfather’s favorite, written about 1855 by Helen Hunt Jackson.

New Years Morning

Only a night from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year’s heart all weary grew,
But said: “The New Year rest has brought.”
The Old Year’s hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
“The blossoms of the New Year’s crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.”

The Old Year’s heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: “I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unsolved.
But to the New Year’s generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
By all my failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet peace where I leave strife.”

Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.

Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year’s morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.

Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old come true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.

Helen Hunt Jackson (1830 – 1885)

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.  I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him. Lamentations 3: 22-24

My New Year Wishes just for you:
May you find Happiness and Peace in all you do. May God bless your home and family too. May He be with you the whole year through.

Walk always with God at your side!
 

Love always,

Ed