Today, we will pray in this little city --we will walk from all four directions, walk and pray. It is to tell that dark and wicked spirit that it may not steal the children. That there are people here who love....
And love has already kicked the pahooeee out of death. It has already lost. The dark and wicked spirit would be better off running into a herd of swine and run off a cliff....
--or something like that.
At prayer (from Isaiah 6)
And I said, “Here am I; send me!”
And he said, “Go and say to this people:
‘Keep listening, but do not comprehend;
keep looking, but do not understand.’
Make the mind of this people dull,
and stop their ears,
and shut their eyes,
so that they may not look with their eyes,
and listen with their ears,
and comprehend with their minds,
and turn and be healed.”
Then I said, “How long, O Lord?”
And he said:
“Until cities lie waste without inhabitant,
and houses without people,
and the land is utterly desolate;
until the LORD sends everyone far away,
and vast is the emptiness in the midst of the land.
Even if a tenth part remain in it,
it will be burned again,
like a terebinth or an oak
whose stump remains standing
when it is felled.”
The holy seed is its stump.
Geeeeeeez God. You are sometimes so rank.... Well, I guess it is sometimes we are so stubborn, and do not listen for you with our full being. --with more than our eyes, more than our ears, more than our minds....
Off I go.