Pen of Iron

Posted by Redeemed at 8:57 PM | 8 comments    

What do you do when your boss loses the elections. Other than feeling down and despondent, you try to get up, pick up the pieces and continue with life as usual.

I had been praying for God to put the right man in the top position. It pleased the Lord to select someone else. Although I am not sure how this will translate into our everyday life, but I’ll just have to trust the Lord that he can produce honey out of the dead lion.

Posted by Consecrated at 11:41 AM | 3 comments    

Praise God. I got it. I got my answer. Solomon is NOT in the blood line of Jesus. This truth is so great that it will shatter your mind. Luke 3:31 holds the key to this very important discovery.

In my post "Just Thinking" I had expressed concern about Solomon being in the lineage of Jesus. He is NOT. At least, he is not in his bloodline. Look in Luke 3:31 and note the following sequence: Salmon (who married Rahab), Boaz, Jesse, David, NATHAN (not Solomon), Mattatha, etc.

The great truth is the following: Genetically, Jesus comes through the blood line of Mary, through David's other son: Nathan.

The reference to Solomon in Matthew (as I had mentioned in Just Thinking) refers to the line of Joseph. Got that. Joseph the husband of Mary. Joseph is not the genetic father of our Lord. Amen. Thank you Lord. I love you for revealing this truth to me. It puts my mind at peace. One more proof that there is no contradiction in scripture.

Note to Rev 2:17: That should answer your question to me this morning big time. God will not remove his mercy from David's son. The reference is not to Solomon.

Posted by Consecrated at 11:04 PM | 10 comments    

In II Thessalonians 2, the apostle Paul is talking about the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our gathering together unto him. However this day will not come except there come a falling away first, ....

What triggered this post is a remark made by the radio preacher as I drove towards the metro station this morning in order to pass out tracts. The preacher said that "the falling away" inside christian churches is the most well-kept secret today. Pastors and preachers are not willing to admit that modern-day chrisitianity is falling for every compromise and false doctrine.

A dangerously terrifying thought is found in verse 11 of the same chapter where God speaks of sending them strong delusion that they should believe a lie.

Posted by Consecrated at 5:23 PM | 1 comments    

In a recent discussion on the blogsphere I expressed doubts conerning Solomon. Here's another thought that is bothering me, why is Solomon mentioned in the lineage of Jesus as described in Mathew Chapter 1, especially if he is a type of the devil or an anti-type of the Lord. Remember that Solomon's name is studiously ommitted from the record of faith heroes as listed in Hebrews 11.

Posted by Consecrated at 9:54 PM | 10 comments    

I find it very interesting how God leads us into witnessing opportunities (if we are willing and have a heart for it). Here's one account in this regard.


Monday night I was late in catching the train, so I ended up standing in the vestibule. Doors open on both sides of the train, but they only open one side at a time depending on the tracks being used. You get to know which side opens at which hours of the day, so there was no problem for me to climb down the sets of steps leading to the one side of the aisle, knowing that this way I'd avoid being pushed around by passengers boarding or leaving the train.

In the beginning there was a french-speaking young man with me in the vestibule, and I was contemplating giving him a tract. But he was busy talking on his cell, and when he was not he had the head-set plugged into his ears. There was no way I could strike a conversation with him and he finally gets replaced by a lady carrying two bags. She drops them down infront of her on the steps, pulls out one huge sandwich and digs into it. At first I had not noticed her, but she did catch my attention when she pulled out yet another big sandwich and dug her teeth into that one too. She must have been very hungry, I thought. Then I started thinking, I wonder if I should give her a tract.

Minutes later, I ask her if she was english-speaking of French speaking. I am English was her reply. Do you mind if I give you something to read, was my immediate reply. Willingly she takes it. What is it, she says? It is Christian literature, I said. I am a Catholic was her reply but I guess it is the same, isn't it? WWeeelll, I said, yes and No. From there on I started telling her about the importance of teaching the Word of God, the Bible, which traditional churches do not do. I explained that we had been brought up to believe that salvation was by works, baptism, fasting etc. but that in reality there is nothing that we can do to save ourselves. It is by faith in the finished work of Jesus on the Cross. Then she said, I don't believe that Jesus is God, but I believe in God. Then you don't believe in the creator of heaven and earth, I replied. Because Jesus is the creator, and he is the real living God. In his love and mercy towards mankind, he took upon himself the body of mortal man, punished sin in the cross, died and rose again to give eternal life to all those who believe in him, because the sinner on the cross was not even baptized and Jesus told him he would be with him that very night in paradise.

She had a couple of questions about the Bible version my church used when I invited her to church, realizing that she lives only minutes away. I told her we were a KJV Bible, and there is no confusion when we read, we all read one version. I went on to explain how Satan in his typical subtle attack since he first addressed Eve, was against the Word of God, and also that all these newer versions have deleted and misquoted key words of God which prove the diety of Christ and the atoning role of the blood. I was pleased when she said to me, No wonder I never knew that Jesus was God. Then I encouraged her to read her Bible and search for the truth from the Source itself and that the Holy Spirit will illuminate her heart and mind for her to understand.

At the mention of the spirit, the girl was frightened. She said in the Caribbean, people deal with lots of spiritism, that is why I don't go to church, she continued. It scares me, she added and that is why I don't go to church. I told her that I agreed and that is why I am a Baptist. I had almost arrived to my train stop. I left another tract with her and encouraged to come by our church someday. She promised she would. Never got her name, but I went home feeling good that I had witnessed to somebody that day. Our Pastor had told us how D.L. Moody had purposed in his heart that he would witness to one soul a day.

Praise God for every witnessing opportunity. It is a very gratifying feeling to know we are in his service.

Posted by Consecrated at 1:20 PM | 3 comments    

Do you know the above chorus. It is one of my favorites. It goes something like this.
As the deer panteth for the water
So my soul longeth after Thee
You alone are my heart's desire
and I long to worship Thee

The chorus is based on Psalm 42. to the Chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. Probably you know by now that my favorite psalms are those penned by none other than the sons of Korah. These children has experienced great calamity in their childhood (read Numbers 16) but it did not drive them to depression or insanity. Instead they wrote the most sentimental and loveliest psalms of all. Looks for them ranging from psalms 42 passing through psalm 45 up to psalm 88.

It is my first Sunday in CR. I am out on a picnic with this family. They drive to Cartago, a very beautiful mountainous area of Costa Rica. On the way the lady of the house and her son insist they want to drive me by the church of Mary of Los Angeles. The sixteen year old son tells me the legend on the way. Here's what I remember, and I know the details are not accurate because I could not believe my ears as the young man went on with the story.

There is this little girl who found the virgin, a black virgin statue, and the virgin told her to build her a church. The girl tells the priest who begins to build a huge church at some location, but due to earthquakes and some natural events, it was evident that the virgin was not happy with the location of the church. As we passed by an immense unfinished building, I am told that this was the location of the original church. Pillars are still erected but the building is not completed. They kept losing the virgin and finding her in a different location. It was as if the virgin was telling them it is here in this location that I want my church built. And indeed we drive along and we reach the church of Mary of Los Angeles. A huge monument with a vast out court that is reminicent of the vatican but on a smaller scale. All I long I am praying in my heart. Lord I don't want to be rude to my hosts, what shall I do. The van pulls in to the parking lot, and we are expected to get off. As we walk through the big outer court, I am told that in August people walk for days to this location, and they spend days in the open court, sleeping in the open area as they pray and ask for answers to prayer.

The tour begins, and I am feeling uneasy. We are led around the church through the outer courts. One thing catches my eye. Up on the wall to my left hand side is a huge sentence in Spanish. Upon looking at it closely, I realize it is the first verse of Pslam 42, the one I quoted above. This is wierd, I thought to myself. Then we are led to a grove, a cave with the virgin (a small black statue in the middle, surrounded by trees (groves) and the cave is fenced, but underneath it are tubes where water is gushing out. Drink, was the ivitation. This is holy water. No. Thank you, I said. As we walked away I saw about ten different persons carrying empty bottles, jugs, gallons etc. making their way to fill their cup with that water. I felt very sorry and still uneasy I was almost in tears for these people. Then I am led to an inner building and on the sides are like galleries containing huge statues of the little girl who found the virgin. Then the virgin herself (another statue), and the story of the little miracle is written on one wall for tourists to read.

The tour continues, and now I am standing infront of about six wall mounted cabinets, with glass doors that are locked. Against the wall of each of these cabinets hangs little trinkets or pieces of silves made into various shapes of body parts. These are the body parts which the virgin had healed. Legs, arms, hearts, livers, kidneys, breasts, fingers you name it. I have never seen something like this in my life. I am feeling very disturbed, but don't know what to say.

Thankfully my host did not invite me into the church. I guess she was told I am a baptist and she had this much respect for my faith, so she did not push. But all this time, I am puzzled and wondering what shall I do. How can I talk to these people about their faith in which they are so entrenched without offending them. At some point, the lady of the house takes her younger daughter to the bathroom, and I am left there with the son and another teenage daughter. By now we had made our way back to the original big outer court, and I see that verse again.

Then it hit me. I looked at the son and said. Do you notice something about this place? Look I said the verse is talking about panting after God, but everything else around here points to what you have been calling "the virgin" which as a matter of fact is only a statue. If I bust it with a hammer, it will turn to powder that is powerless to do any miracle at all. From there on, I went to tell him about the fact that these people are quoting scripture, but that scripture commands us not to have groves or statues. That these things are disobedience to God. I did what I could that afternoon. I gave the kids two tracts, and tried to impress upon their heart their need to read the Bible and find out what biblical truth was. I did not make much headway with that family but I did manage to talk to them about the fear of God and their need to read the Bible on another occasion. I hope and pray that somehow my testimony would have some sort of effect on them. It was very depressing for me to see how that almost every house I visited in CR had statues of the virgin, and of Joseph and of the maggi, and of Micheal and of God knows what in their homes.

I love the people in CR. They are a peaceful nation, very kind and sweet and friendly. May God send more workers to that country, a country very entrenched in catholicism. I should also not forget to praise him because he had reserved for himself three thousand knees that have not bowed down to Baal, as he had told Elijah.

As the deer pantenth for the water, so may the Lord grant these people to be thirsty for the word of God.

Posted by Consecrated at 8:26 PM | 2 comments    

I have been witnessing to my hair dresser for a minimum five years. I don't go there often, but we are looking at haircut every two or three months (yes my hair grows very long quickly). As a matter of fact he asked me on one occasion what is it I eat to make it grow so quickly.

I usually take the latest appointment at night when everyone else has finished. I just have my hair cut, no blow dry no nothing, because before you know I will wash my hair the next morning.No matter how sophisticated the hair-do is, it just won't last a couple of hours in shape.

The past Thursday was one of those occasions. By 8pm, I am done and ready to go home and when I came to the cash I don't remember what is he asked me but somehow the discussion focussed on whether Mary had or did not have children after Jesus. Oh yes, I believe he made made some remark about those cartoons which are causing a stir. When I told him Mary did have four boys plus daughters and that their names are mentioned in the Bible, his reply was, you speak like the Muslims. I never heard a Christian say that Mary did not remain a virgin. That's was when I picked up the subject of believing in the Bible as God's inspired word. Whehter God was a liar, and whether man was a liar. From there on the discussion focussed on the role of Jesus and how underestimated he was, how that the traditional churches have taught us false doctrine.

When he asked me what was the difference between my faith and the Catholic faith, I started down from the first commandment to every shred of detail you can think of. From images and idols, to forgetting the source of living water (that reminds me of another incident in CR about holy water and groves - will explain in yet another post) and digging for themselves cracked wells that don't hold water. I spoke about the Holy Father, where Jesus only once in the whole Bible called God the Father, the Holy Father. I passed by the good shepherd who lays down his life for the sheep. Jesus the way, the truth and the life. Jesus the only door. Jesus the only mediator between God and man. There is no other name under heaven by which we might be saved. etc. etc. Till I reached Revelation where Jesus was now out the door. Every so-called saint and teaching was in, and Jesus was out. Knocking at the door, he stands.

As the man sat at the cash, I stood there for forty minutes. I still recall every word I said. What is most gratifying was the feeling that overwhelmed me. I just knew God had poured out his spirit. Jesus had told his disciples not to worry what to say when they are brought forth before kings and rulers. In this case I was before a simple hairdresser, but I knew it was God speaking through me as I went on and on. At one point I touched on the subject of the believers in Berea who were more noble than the others because "they searched the scriptures every day to see if these things were so". He asked me for the reference. IN the book of Acts, I replied. We are commanded to search the scriptures. Paul said if an angel from heaven preaches to us things that are not according to the Bible, we are not to believe him. Let him be anathema.

It is so sad to see that fery vew people realize how high the cost was for us to have a Bible in our hands. I recounted how Bloody Mary used to kill all those in whose possession they found a Bible, and how she dipped their thumb in their own blood, and smeared their own Bible with the blood of the martyr himself. Read Fox's book of Martyrs or any other book on the church history. People paid with their blood for us to have the liberty of reading the Bible. Read that Bible. By the time I was finished, the man looked up and said, I guess I am going to read that Bible and see.

I had a feeling Alain was keeping all the words in his heart. Pls. pray for him as I sincerely believe the man is very close to getting saved.

Posted by Consecrated at 11:43 AM | 3 comments    

I wasted no time as my next seat neighbor sat in his aircraft window seat beside me from El Salvador to Toronto. He had exused himself in Spanish as I stepped into the aisle to allow him passage. I rummaged in my purse and picked two Spanish tracts (I was well prepared for my trip) and handed them to him. Politely he took them both and as the flight attendant and video was going on with the usual flight instructions he was reading the tracts, and I was praying. Suddenly he looks up and me, and in English he says Thank You. I said do you understand what this is talking about, he said yes. He flipped one tract to the back and pointed to the name of my church, and said, my parents are like you. I said what do you mean. He said my parents are Baptists. They live in Guatemala where I had been visiting my mom and dad. So are you saved, I asked again. Not yet was the reply.

So I gave two English tracts to read, and I said, if you have any questions pls. feel free to ask me. The flight was about four hours and a half to Toronto. For the first two hours he fell asleep, then he woke up with a headache. In my purse I had Advil ready for him, but he needed water. Again I had a bottle of water on me. You name it. I had it. I was prepared for healing any kind of discomfort you might face. After his headache went away, he started talking again. First the questions were on a personal level, about my family status, and of course I asked him all about him, and I found out that his parents had been praying for him. He was a sweet young fellow, married young, divorced, has a child, living with a girlfriend, working in a factory, but I could tell he had the fear of God in him. As time went by, he started opening up, and he asked me all sorts of questions about which Bible is the correct Bible, dispensations, salvation etc. you name it. I gladly obliged. I spoke loud and I noticed that the lady in the seat infront pushed back her seat to get a clearer audience. I love it when people do that. By the time we started our descent into the Pearson Airport in Toronto, the guy had intimated to me that he loves God, and that he has asked the Lord to save him at some point. The fellow had not grown however.

I encouraged him to find a good Bible believing Church. Then he asked me if I had tracts in the Indian language, because his co-workers were all Indian. I apologized but I said I could give him more English tracts. I opened my purse and gave him some more. He noticed all sorts of tracts on me. Can I have a copy of this and that. Sure. By the time I landed in Toronto, I had emptied my purse of all the tracts which I had left on me. Thankfully, I kept one for emergy purposes, which the shuttle driver was fortunate to get. Henry was all excited when we parted. He was going to call his mother in Guatemala as soon as he arrived home in Toronto. He was going to tell his teary mother that God was waiting for him on the airplane, that as soon as he sat down, there was this Christian lady who handed him two tracts in Spanish, and later two tracts in English, and later emptied her purse into his lap.

Please pray for Henry that he might indeed find a good Bible teaching church and put his life in order.

Posted by Consecrated at 9:50 AM | 2 comments    

I arrived in Toronto late on Sunday night, took the shuttle to the Holiday Inn. I am alone on the shuttle, and the driver is curious asking me all sorts of questions. What do I do for a living. How many languages do I speak etc. Just to be polite, I asked the man if he owned the shuttle. He replied in the negative, and went on to explain to me that he works for an East Asian man who himself used to work on the shuttle service for eighteen hours a day, but that now he owns his own company, while he was just working for him. To be honest, I was not exactly in a talking mood that night, then when came back with the question if I taught languages (seeing I could speak four of them), I said No. But I do teach Sunday School. I teach the word of God. Funny enough, my own answer perked me up, however I sincerely believe it was God's spirit doing the work in me for the man was all curious.

Talking about his rich employer, I said, some people hit gold on this earth and some others hit gold in the life to come. The streets in New Jerusalem where the saints will live eternally are made of pure gold, the gates are made of one big pearl each. There will be no sighing, no pain, no tears, no sorrows in heaven. Here is the catch. Tonight you are taking me to the Holiday Inn. There is a reservation in my name. Whether I show up or not, the company will settle the bill with the hotel management. Same with Jesus. He has made a reservation for all who will come to New Jerusalem. On the cross he cried and said: It is finished. The price is paid in full, the Bible says that God so loved us that he sent his only begotten son etc. Do you have a Bible I asked, yes he said. Do you believe that the Bible is the word of God. Yes. Do you read the Bible. I am a Christian. Are you saved? I am a Catholic. Are you a saved Catholic? What does that mean. Well if you happen to die tonight, do you know where you are going. To heaven, I hope. You mean you don't know? Who can tell. That's why you need to read your Bible. God is not a liar. Jesus is calling out etc. etc. Before dropping me the man was so interested. I have always wanted to read the Bible, he said. I had one last tract left on me, The Burning Hell. I gave it to him and as he drove off, I kept thanking God for an unexpected opportunity to witness, and paying for the man's salvation. Never got his name, but I can see him vividly as I write these notes. Pls. pray for him too if you got a minute.

In another post I'll tell about a young man who sat in the seat beside from El Salvador to Honduras. A very interesting encounter.

Posted by Consecrated at 9:33 AM | 2 comments    

It has been a short while since I got back from Costa Rica, and if I don't do this today, I'll probably not have time at all to do it at all. To begin with I want to thank all those who prayed for me on my trip. God took control from the moment I left home throughout every segment of my trip all the way back home God was there for me, protecting me, providing for me, and best of all using me to tell about his glory and grace. God gave me so many many witnessing opportunities that I want to share with all of you so I will list them as they come to my mind.

On arriving in San Jose, I was assigned a driver who would take me to the mall because I wanted to buy a couple of T-shirts. Having left Montreal in mid January I had not taken much account of the warm tropical weather. Somebody has told me they were experiencing unexpected cool weather, so by Montreal standards, it turned out their cool weather was like a summer's day for me. My colleague was willing to take me to the mall, but when I asked him to just drop me off, he insisted he would not leave me alone and that I was in his care. (Again my Montreal standards, I had not realized how gracious the Lord was unto me in providing me with a local guide and protection). I asked him if he was used to shopping with ladies, and whehter he had a wife or daughterThe answer was that he was seeing doctors because him and his wife would love to have a baby. Not knowing anything about his background I suggested to him that I knew one excellent way of having children. Prayer to the Lord Jesus. Well what do you expect was the reply. "I read the Bible. I am a Baptist born again believer. The majority here are Catholics". I was floored. I said "Are you saved?". He sure was. I jumped in my seat, gave him a big hug, and said let's pray right now. After we closed our eyes and I prayed in English and he prayed in Spanish, he looked up and thanked me. No one has ever prayed for me before like that, he said. We both rejoiced as wife later joined us and we visited their home where the three of us also knelt and prayed. That was the beginning, and a pattern of praying and witnessing development right from the start and throughout my stay in San Jose.

The next morning, the Director of the office where I was supposed to go for training picked me up. In the car, I gave him a Spanish Bible which I had brought for him, and without wasting any time, I told the man that I was in San Jose on a mission from God as well as on mission from my employers. The man froze in his seat. I did not understand why at that point. Anyway I gave him the message of salvation, and told him he needed to be born again. He thanked me for the Bible, and said that he used to have one, but that he had lost it a long time ago. It did not take the Lord much time to reveal to me why the man froze in his seat. The very next day my former colleague drove me to work and on the road he told me that together these two gentlemen had been to a church where the gospel was being preached, that Mr. Director had come forward upon an invitation and that he was given a Bible, but that was it. He never grew, he never walked with God. My driver was his friend from childhood and he was sincerely convinced that God is visiting his friend once again with a call to repentance.

And so the story goes, at every turn of the way, God was putting people in my path. Here's another occasion which I love. The last Saturday I was in Costa Rica (CR) I was offered to go on a field trip of my choice. I opted to go to the Volcano Arenal, an active volcano. I was told (and had seen pictures on the internet) that this volcano is constantly fuming, and at times spits red lava. The latest eruption had been 15 December 2005. Also that out of the volcano stream waterfalls of hot water. A very nice resort existed in the region, inside thick rain forest, and we could spend the day there. After three hours drive we got to Fortuna village which overlooks Arenal. Unfortunately it was raining all day, it was cloudy so I did not get to see the greying vocano, and we could not climb up to wherever limit tourists were allowed to climb. However we did get a chance to spend the day in the thermal waters at this resort. It was raining from above but we were (two girls from the office had come along, and we were offered a driver and a car) jumping from laguna to laguna and just lazed in the pools of hot water, while cold water was raining upon us from above. The green thick trees surrounding us were beautiful. Colorful flowers everywhere. Tourists mostly from the States were there. We had a great time. At some point, after having prayed also for a witnessing opportunity, I looked at the girls and said: Imagine how hot this water is coming out from the earth. I wonder how hot hell would be like. That did it. Immediately I was asked about hell and if it truly existed, and for probably the next twenty minutes I gave them a whole speal about the existence of heaven and hell and their need for salvation. I treasure this witnessing opportunity because it is one odd place where God has used me to speak about his goodness. I even thought of beginning a post asking people what and where was the wierdest place they had ever witnessed to somebody.

This post is getting to be very long, I'll have to pick up my diary in another post.

Posted by Consecrated at 10:55 PM | 2 comments    

Posted by Redeemed at 10:14 PM | 6 comments    

I have taken the liberty to here transpose a post by Revelation 2:17 from the Bible Studies
As suggested by Redeemed, posting on the front page of the blog gets more attention.Comments are welcome.P.S. Am back in Montreal, but haven't had time to brief you all. Will do so asap.
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The "deep" in the Bible sometimes refers to a great body of water beyond the heavens, sort of in space and beyond it.
It is associated with the earth when God jammed everything up in

Genesis 1:2
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.

We read

Genesis 7:11 In the six hundredth year of Noah's life, in the second month, the seventeenth day of the month, the same day were all the fountains of the great deep broken up, and the windows of heaven were opened.

A flood also came in from outer-space. There's no way those windows are clouds. The Bible describes clouds and the evaporation cycle a number of times, never like this. Besides, it seems there were no clouds and rain on the pre-Noah's flood earth.


Genesis 8:2 The fountains also of the deep and the windows of heaven were stopped, and the rain from heaven was restrained;

Now

Job 38:30 The waters are hid as with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.

What ocean do you know with a frozen surface?????????????????????????
This is a frozen firmament in space. This is that sea of glass you read about in


Revelation 15:1 And I saw another sign in heaven, great and marvellous, seven angels having the seven last plagues; for in them is filled up the wrath of God.
:2 And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire: and them that had gotten the victory over the beast, and over his image, and over his mark, and over the number of his name, stand on the sea of glass, having the harps of God.

God, speaking about Satan as Leviathan says to Job

Job 41:31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
:32 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.

Hoary means white or whitish.

When's the last time you saw a white ocean? The Mediterranean sea is called the Great White Sea. I see it everyday, it ain't white.

This is not upon earth,,, no LochNess monster here my friends, this is in the waters above your heads, the waters of

Genesis 1:6 And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.

Those are they spoken of in

Psalm 148:4 Praise him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens.

HeavenS is plural, this is no water in the sky.

And note that Psalms are AFTER Noah's flood. There are still waters above the heavens today.

Leviathan, Satan, leaves a blazing WHITE path behind his serpentine trail through space. Milky Way, anyone?

Having shuffled through Peter Ruckman's outstanding commentary on Job, I leaned back thinking upon the Bible. Suddenly the answer to something I had wondered about in Luke 8 flashed in my mind. I was confused about the 2 following verses dealing with the demon-possessed "Legion"


Luke 8:30 And Jesus asked him, saying, What is thy name? And he said, Legion: because many devils were entered into him.
:31 And they besought him that he would not command them to go out into the deep.

and

Luke 8:33 Then went the devils out of the man, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the lake, and were choked.

The devils feared the deep (supposedly ocean), yet they rush into water moments later!
Why would they fear the deep but not the lake (Mark calls it a sea)?

I think those evils besought Jesus not to be sent "out into"(v.31) space. They feared being sent into the deep of heaven, as in "deep space". It wasn't so much the water they feared; in fact devils have an affinity for water as can be gathered from the Bible.
Why they feared being commanded to go "out into" the deep in space I can't tell;
most simply maybe, because demons seek embodiement of flesh; what would they embody in space? Who knows, there might be other more terrible reasons.

There is so much more to see between Job and Genesis.

What a great book that King James Bible

Posted by Consecrated at 11:32 AM | 9 comments