A few months back I was inspired. Yes, it truly was the hand of God. There was no option for saying, “Nah, I’d rather not.” It was a powerful move of the spirit.
After spending some time in contemplation and prayer, I made my best estimate of what God required and shared the idea. That sharing was part of the inspiration. Had you asked, I could have told you at the time neither the project, the participation, nor the product was likely to be the point of it all, as things are measured in the Spirit Realm. The point was all of those and none of them. The point cannot be expressed in human language.
So I announced the project here on this blog and got some enthusiastic response. Promises were made and we all shared with some enthusiasm how it would go and how it would turn out. I kept the door wide open, as best I was able. A few kept their promises, but for others, reality set in. That is, their initial willingness and enthusiasm met some interference. Some bailed altogether, some part way through, some right at the very end. Reality is like that. I failed some, too.
Did God fail? Don’t even go there. Did I get a false vision? Wrong question. The human component of this tale is loaded with failures. The biggest failure was the expectation God was going to do something we each and together thought He should do. Our visions were not all the same, nor could they be. Still, the project went through to completion and produced the book, The Mind of Christ. If I listen to any part of my human feelings, I would be frankly angry with some of the contributors, and surely with those who made promises they didn’t keep. But then, I would also be angry at myself. And I was, but the anger means nothing, just as the failures do. The anger was a shadow I easily dismissed.
Nor was I expecting this book to change the world. Do you know, just over a hundred people have downloaded a copy from Smashwords? I wonder how many actually read it, how many understand it, how many believe any part of it. Were they even a factor? Yes and no. I may never know.
For me, I suppose I can say it started something in the form of provoking me to rewrite my old material and publish as books. That’s the business of the Ancient Truth series of books. At the same time, I have not received so much as a penny from any of them. Not even a donation, since the books are all free. And I don’t care. It won’t look good on LinkedIn, but I don’t care about that either. And on Facebook, everyone still acts like I can’t be there as a prophet, only a buddy they want to yack at now and then. I suppose a few people still take my prophetic ministry seriously, on some level, but most remain firmly in the airhead territory.
That’s okay. The books, the ministry, the vast outpouring of blather here on the blog — it’s all shadows. Read the post before this one.
It’s all one big failure, if you see it with human eyes. If I were humanly successful, I’d be an even bigger failure in the Spirit Realm, though. The Spirit tells me the books are what He wants. He makes me at peace with them and the amount of time I am able to put into them. He makes me at peace with the apparent broad lack of human interest in all of it. Something in this pierces the shadows, and most of my conscious mind will never understand a bit of it.
And if you read this far, maybe there’s a piercing of shadows for you. Enjoy.
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