Hate is?

blog hate

Hate is like a piece of yeast.
It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction
It says, “I am right!”
I hold truth!
I carry all knowledge!
I will rebuke!
It wipes its mouth with a napkin
And still the juice runs
Hate dripping off chins
Spilling over into diaper bins
And storefront shelves
Magazine covers,
Fake news
Hatred from the SAME WOMB.

What words will we choose?
To
Soak
In
Kerosene
And engulf in flames
A big ball of detestation
Abomination

Hate picks apart a man born of a woman
It pins labels neatly on their chest
Or even discusses the cup size of her breast

Hate inspects with microscopes
And pulls apart the chambers of one’s heart
And looks for dirt
It gladly finds a few choice particles and cries
AHA!
And holds it in its fist
Towards the one who created the dust and says,
LOOK!
See what I found
IN THEM.
As if Yah could not see the grease and sludge pumping through our wings

Hate never brushes its teeth.
It calls throughout the streets
Looking for flaws in people

She’s too skinny
Too white
Too black
Too blue
Too conservative
Too liberal
That dress won’t do

New age
Snowflakes
Ignorance is bliss
You Baptist
You Messianic
You Stinkin
Methodist

You Muslim
You Kabbalist
You
Fat
Rich
Jew,
You Whore
You Bastard
You Pompous
Proud
Fool!

Hate is a Parade
Noisy and loud
Marching proudly down streets
Getting the attention of everyone it meets
Hate invites us to wear white
And enter buildings where good people go
As we stretch out our pocketbooks on the front row

Hate is quiet
It’s silence during a time of applause
It can’t stand or clap for those whom it hates
It can’t even acknowledge
A floral bouquet
Why is that?
Might the one we hate smell better than our scented stew?
Oh hate, please take a look at YOU!
Might their floral arrangement
Blossom
and
Bloom
With more color
More fragrance
More honey
More
bees?
Oh, hate let love bring you to your knees!

Hate will try and cover the good that we do
Hate twists its lips while it shifts with its eyes
Hate acts as if it has nothing to hide

Hate passes the poor in the poverty rich streets
And whispers I am better than thee
They did it to themselves
It’s their own damn fault
And hate tightens its purse
Its wallet won’t belch
It wraps its wool scarf around its stiff proud neck

Hate cannot waste even a dribble of spit
It doesn’t even move its teeth
To celebrate
Another’s life
It loves jealousy,
envy
and strife

Hate has seeped into our pores
Even in the silence
It snores
Loudly in the stillness
Hovering in the dark
Hate cringes at one single scented spark
Of love

It whispers words
Green tainted
Streaks
Soaked into our walls
Encased with Leprosy
As hearts are searching for one
Single
Tiny
Mistake
To
Grasp
And splatter across the front page
And why?
For the sake of making us taller?
Better
Holier
Than thou?
As if we had all the answers
Like Job’s best friends
As if we could enunciate His Name
And pretend
To have His
Dust on our shoes
As if we were the one who ran to the tomb
On resurrection morning

Hate invites
It makes a request
Come, join in the gossip
Slander
The ‘those people’ salute
No, I think I’ll pass this time
I’m going to the juke
I’ll Smoke another cigar
Pray with a sinner at the bar
For the hatred has spread even among the ones
Who
Say
God
Loves
You and me!
And when we bow in front of heaven
And we smile, and we say
I am not like them
I am better, you see?
More righteous
More holy
More pure
And our lips part to utter
Words

Empty
Painted
Words
Floating up
Laced with snuff
A Lingering
Garbage dump of
Words shut up in our bones
rotting

Let us stop
May we
Inspect our own fruit
May we inspect our love?
And the weight thereof
Weighing it against the hate that’s still pumping through our veins
And wash
And submerge
In the waters of the muddy Jordon
And allow Him to scrub us clean
And echo His Words
The one who bled and died
For
ALL
The wombs that ever came forth
And inhaled Eden
Or crossed the Reed Sea
And left Egypt for a mouth
Flowing with milk
And honey!

Oh, Love come and save us from our lips,

And burst forth like the light of Sabbath rising over the hills.

into our parched hungry souls.

Help us to become

Whole

Echad.

 

Honky-Tonk?

 

Rooster, Bird, Chicken, Head, Farm Animal, Beak, Wattle

My friend Charlie has a huge white rooster that sparked my attention of late. Yes, her henhouse has caused me to write a story a time or two. While meditating on a blog post about light, Charlie sent a comment to me in an email about her rooster named Honky that I could not get out of my spirit. Yes, Honkey is a derogatory name given to a white man, but Honky the rooster isn’t concerned about what you call him. He’s just going to keep doing what he was created to do.

In Charlie’s words,

He is always excited with a new day, no matter what. He’s a fan of God’s ‘let there be light’ idea. Once I turn their light on, he starts stomping his feet on the roost and shaking his head and crowing more and more. As soon as I open the hatch door, the chickens rush out to begin another day, mostly like all the ones before, as if it was the grandest thing they have ever done. I wish to be as pampered and loved as my dogs, and as happy with each and every day as my chickens!”

Wise words, from a wise woman.

What if we were that excited about the light? His Lamp? Another day? So excited that we were cock-a-doodle-dooing as loud as we could to wake up others and express our joy in Him. Even if others place names on us that seem a bit disparaging, we can exalt the Creator of All.

 

“In the rabbinic literature, the cockcrow is used as general marking of time”,[55] but also some of the Sages interpreted the “cockcrow” to mean the voice of the Temple officer who summoned all priests, Levites, and Israelites to their duties and used as such because the Hebrew ‘gever’ was used also to mean a “rooster” in addition to the meaning of “man, strong man” (Tim Hegg, Torah research).

Summoned to their duties. . .

If we know what our duties are, then just like Honky, we are going to arise and shine, for our light has come, and the Glory of Adonai shines upon us! Time to get busy doing what we were created to do. But some of the hens and roosters don’t seem to know what their job is in The Body, so they have taken on what I call a police role. These folks are busy looking for anyone who is doing or saying, writing or posting, anything that might not be right or correct in their opinion, and even if they are not a rooster, they are cock- a—doodle–dooing about it all over town. Sometimes this is a sign of a young, immature prophet. They’ve been given eyes to see every flaw but not always a polished tongue. We need schools of the prophets today, and also their voices heard in the assemblies. If you are the head rooster of a henhouse, you may want to invite some others to cock-a-doodle-doo from time to time.

I was very sad to read comments from many in The Body who were ridiculing a man named Billy Graham. This man was righteous and walking in something Charlie refers to as ‘all the light he had been given for that time period.’ His generation didn’t have Hebrew and Greek at their fingertips. He was humble– not flashy. He and his son’s ministry have helped many Christians from being beheaded in other countries, feeding and clothing the ones running from war and famine—Samaritans Purse is about giving.

Who has come forth out of the womb knowing all the Torah and prophets, and all of our Messiahs teachings? No one. Not even our greatest Rabbi or Scribe, pastor or preacher. They all needed teachers and most of us hens cackling over “pagan” holidays were right up under a tree a decade ago or sooner.

One interesting site on the behaviors and characteristics of roosters caught my attention. The article began by describing something I have seen in this new movement—ruffled feathers and cockfights.

Betty explains:

Chickens can be very vocal, as anyone who’s heard a rooster crow knows. They’re able to express more than 30 different sounds and have keen hearing. Hens use special sounds to lure their chicks and cackle when they lay eggs. They’ve even been heard crowing. Roosters start crowing around 4 or 5 months of age and make other noises, including warning sounds when predators are near. They also make noises to lure hens to food or to follow them.”

Betty goes on to explain that “Roosters are great at protecting hens, but too many roosters can mean violent fights in the roost.” Click here.

I see a lot of this rooster, henpecking behavior today. Grab some coffee and play pinball with my brain a minute.

Roosters are sort of like Shepherds.

Mostly today, we have a massive amount of people pouring out of the Christian faith and into the Torah/Hebraic roots of their faith. They are trying to walk in the footsteps of their Messiah, but what if some of the hens are actually Roosters? What if the Roosters are actually hens?

What you talkin bout, Tekoa?

Well, at first it’s hard to tell which is which. Ask anyone you know raising chickens, and unless they are an expert, they just wait until the birds are over 3, 4, or five months old and look at their combs and feathers, as well as spurs used for fighting. So technically, a young, immature rooster may still know he has a calling on his life to protect hens and announce the light, but perhaps he hasn’t grown into his plumage so to speak. That doesn’t make him a fake or false rooster. He is still a rooster in need of training. Maturing.

The roosters get up on a perch where they can keep an eye out to protect their hens, and if any predator is coming around, he sounds a call to warn them. But how can the ones coming out of Christianity know which rooster to sit under? And what if one rooster is more colorful than, say, solid, white, Honkey rooster? And since we have the great World Wide Web, and not many henhouses, we have hens eating food from every place by every Tom, Dick, and Honky. Some bad food, some good food, and some in-between.

How can we tell a good Rooster from a bad one? If they are like Honkey and their eyes are on Him and His light, and they are protecting hens, feeding them and being intimate, then that’s a pretty good sign, but if they are always crowing, meddling in other henhouses, feeding food that’s laced with GMO’s, always magnifying aliens or hasatan, fighting over what time the sun comes up and whose got the best combs—-FLY away from the coo coo nest before you get de-feathered or your neck wrung!

 

If you are a hen running from roost to roost, the Roosters are not going to know what to do with you or even if they are supposed to protect you, correct you, or be intimate with you. If you are sitting at home and have a place in your area to gather with believers, then see if you can, because we need to be a part of our communities. How is a Rooster or a hen doing any good in a recliner with a clicker looking at television light instead of the sun/ Son coming up? Yes, we need teachers, and the internet is a wonderful place to learn, but don’t let it replace gathering and lifting one another up in prayer.

The term ‘chickens have come to roost,’ refers to the place where birds rest. And this is what we need. Spiritual Rest.

I watched a show about Yah’s amazing planet the other night, and they highlighted something called light pollution. This is something we have in the Body of Yeshua and also something we have on earth today. Yes, it’s a real problem and especially for His Creation. Remember these fearful words in Revelations?

“And the nations were enraged, and Your wrath came, and the time came for the dead to be judged, and the time to reward Your bond-servants the prophets and the saints and those who fear Your name, the small and the great, and to destroy those who destroy the earth.” Revelation 11:18 NASB.

So this light pollution is a false light. This false light is loud and noisy and draws a person into a trap. While watching Planet Earth with my husband, we were grief-stricken by hundreds of hatchling turtles covering the beach. They were enticed by the lights of the city. They hatched during the full moon, and should have been drawn to the ocean, but instead, they were headed across a beach towards a town lit up like Vegas. Eighty percent of the baby turtles were disoriented by the town lights. Crabs were excited and began to make burrows below the beach lights, and they waited for the turtles to come to them to devour. Some of the sea turtles fell in sewer drains while others were run over by cars.

Now we have a perfect picture of what this whole movement looks like. The sounds and flashing lights of the polluted world have infected all of us like a Honky-tonk. We don’t know where to go or what to do. The crabs (wolves) are waiting, the sewage is also easy to fall into, and even if we live our whole life trying to be just like Honkey, someone may come along and run over us.

You can watch the sea turtles here.

We need Roosters, and if we aren’t a rooster, we need to find a rooster, and one who is open to allowing our gifts and talents, positions even, to be used to help edify the body—His Body. Even those priest in charge of carrying the ashes out of the camp were important. No gift is too big or too small. Where are the Elders? Where are the prophets? Where are those who have eyes and ears, gifts of healing the brokenhearted, gifts of interpreting the Torah in other languages? Carefully study a coop and you will soon find that all the hens have jobs to do, and some who are not roosters can even cock a doodle doo as well as ole Honkey!

The light pollution and the Torah police have caused many to fly the coop. If the Father has sent people across our path that are willing and able to form a Body that is fitly joined together with everyone knowing their roles, please get to gathering and announcing, so the sea hatching turtles who have lost their way can hear you and steer clear from danger. Let the Body do what the Body does. Can the eye hear? If the whole body were hearing where would the sense of smell be? We can’t control the whole beach, but we can help direct these little ones to His light. I have four different lights in my bedroom– an overhead light, a closet light, a brightly adjustable desk lamp and a soft lamp by my bed for reading. If you turn one on the rooms grows brighter, add another and another and another and bam! Which leads me to the end of this pinball game.

And the city has no need of the sun or of the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God has illumined it, and its lamp is the Lamb. The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their glory into it.” Revelation 21:23-24.

But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, That shines brighter and brighter until the full day.” Proverbs 4:18.

 

You are the light of the world–Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven. Matthew 5:14-16.

Yes, let’s all be more like Honky and get excited about His light and the gift of another day. Let’s blow our shofars and sound the alarm to wake up the ones polluted by artificial light and let’s try and respect those who may not be as mature as we are. Remember we all come from different chicken coops.

Enjoy my beautiful friend and mentor, Jeannie cock a doodle dooing a song for Him!

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