Wut? ─ I made a Fisherman’s “Dream” catcher with a mermaid in the net… it sold…
Screaming Eagle is surely more Native than that… right? Even if it is a 2005 Harley-Davidson “Screaming Eagle” Fat-Boy…
“Ride On “
Rejoice greatly, Daughter Zion!
Shout, Daughter Jerusalem!
See, your king comes to you,
righteous and victorious,
lowly and riding on a donkey,
on a colt, the foal of a donkey.
“Who is this Jesus person?” “What’s all the fuss about?”
Asked a wealthy merchant of Jerusalem, as a cloud of people, and multitudes of “Hosanna” shouts burst through the eastern gate of the city.
“He’s a great prophet” A bystander told him.”A prophet who has done many great miracles in the name of Yaweh.”
“Ha!!! Prophet?” Retorted the merchant. “Riding a donkey?”
On February 15, 519 B.C. a young Israelite was awakened from what he described a trance, by an Angel of God. His name was Zechariah, and was given eight revelations while yet under Babylonian captivity. These visions, and message the Angel delivered, were not just words of the coming remission of God’s judgement, and freedom for physical Israel’s 70 years of enslavement, but, also a heralding proclamation to the world. A message of hope, salvation, victory, and finalized deliverance from the universal law of sin and death.
Though the book of Zechariah, including the vision Zechariah was given that night, entails earthly kings of power storming the land on colorful steeds, the spiritual message within the book was veiled. And, sadly, for some, without God-given spiritual discernment, still remains shielded today. The real hero in the prophetic vision wasn’t to show on the scene for another 500 years… Not riding a war-horse, or taking land, and spoil, by means of corporal shield and sword, but Instead, He came saving souls, with the sword of a Holy Spirit. An unshakeable passion of faith, on the most humble beast of all. On the back of a baby Burro.
When they neared Jerusalem, having arrived at Bethphage on Mount Olives, Jesus sent two disciples with these instructions: “Go over to the village across from you. You’ll find a donkey tethered there, her colt with her. Untie her and bring them to me. If anyone asks what you’re doing, say, ‘The Master needs them!’ He will send them with you.”
This is the full story of what was sketched earlier by the prophet:
Tell Zion’s daughter,
“Look, your king’s on his way,
poised and ready, mounted
On a donkey, on a colt,
foal of a pack animal.”
So they took palm branches and went to meet him. They were shouting,
Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord,
the king of Israel!” (The Message )
I saw a message on a Church marquee sign today that read: “Easter is not a Dead Issue.” And though we could argue about the word “Easter” and its origin. Or, the exact time, and date of the “Resurrection” of Jesus Christ, until the day of His return. I pray instead, if only for one day, if not, a complete Holy Week, we stand together, united in praise…
Because, one thing I believe anyone who knows the Lord Jesus will have to agree on, is, it must have been an awesome sight to behold; The Triumphal Entry. But, the most important Triumphal Entry of our personal lives…is the Day He Enters Our Hearts.
After seeing a blue bird on a fence in the remaining day light hour before darkness, I walked a few more steps, opened the door and felt the assuring warmth of home wrap her invisible, loving arms around my shivering soul.
I wasn’t thinking of how wonderfully blessed I was to have such unseen opulence embrace and welcome me as I stepped in from the cold, but, as soon as it did, I thanked God.
It’s amazing how we can come to the same home, open the same door day after day and not realize what a blessing it truly is to have.
One of the things this caused me to do was remember to praise, and thank God for abundance of things He has told us in His word not to worry about, or, to give thought to.
(Matthew6 : 25″ Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body more than raiment”?
The ensuing verse illustrates how He takes care of all the needs of the birds of the air also.
(Matthew 6:26″ Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they”)?
Unlike male, and female, roles in our human condition, the male bluebird gets to pick out the home. Of course, the choosing of the dwelling couldn’t be a joint effort anyway, as he only chooses a suitable “House” or, “Covey hole”, to attract a female to come in and make it a home.
Along with his duty of choosing a potential residence, the male Bluebird is responsible to move all the building materials to the lot before beginning his wing flapping, love-sick song and dance, in hopes of attracting an interested companion.
The female ( after the wedding of course ) moves in, does all the decorating, builds the nest, lays the eggs and sees the off-spring through the nurturing days.
How wonderfully well planned and provided for all God’s creatures are.
When these realizations nested in my heart and mind, I could not help but follow through the full gestation of both thoughts to fruition.
First of all, I meditated on, and quoted the verse in God’s Word that kept resonating it’s subliminal, chirping, Tweedledee, sing-song through the surround sound system of my soul:
(Matthew 6:33 “But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you”.)
After cooing thankfulness to God, who cared enough about me as an individual to nestle me with such incomprehensible, immeasurable provision, and cue, I set out to prepare a small bit of real-estate for my neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird.
Bluebird Picture#1 @ Peanutt_28’smedia Photobucket
Bluebirds#2 @ poker4848’smedia Photobucket
Bluebird house @ sons of thunder patron
This is the latest addition to my art gallery of Telecasters. What possessed me to buy something with such sadistic looking graphics? You’re probably asking yourself. Your guess is as good as mine. I actually wondered the same thing about the Artist ( Shepard Fairey) and his fixation on “Obey Propaganda” in his highly popular works of art. I went here OBEY, to his about page and read in his words EXACTLY what he means by the statement. I STILL DON’T HAVE A CLUE.
Wait what was that noise?
IT’S ALIVE IT’S
Today’s internet is, as most of us know, literally “Crawling” with waggling, viral marketing fish bait. It’s not that advertising is a bad thing either. It’s just that among all the flashy lures, cures, tours, and plugs, it can be all too easy for the average internet user to forget, or overlook the reality of “Thugs”‘.
Scams are so rampant in today’s information highways, and buy- ways, that, ironically, innocent sounding titles have been tagged them to distinguish their designated target venues. Continue reading
You Saw it coming, I Saw it go…
I was younger then. Foreknew what I Saw, but in verity, still don’t know.
Before you Saw it coming, I’d begun to See a light.
For the Sake of all concerned, you Sacrificed the happiness of one.
I never Saw it coming…barely even knew I was there.
A child, just learning what happiness might be, gifted ponies taken by three, and painted carrousel figures never making their rounds.
You Saw them coming…long after I Saw them go.