The 5 + 1 + 2




There were 5+1 sign-wonder + 2 who had brushed beside death- if not went straightaway into its wide gaping mouth. Nobody knew their hearts whether they thanked God for preservation of life through His foreknowledge and providence over their events.


One of the two crawled out of the window of a farm truck loaded with fuel with the fuel tank upside down- as a non-everything really- and looked up on his own and said, “there is a God.” The other was brought back from the dead when all others said, “say good-bye to her.” She stood among the gathering and gave praise- almost a modern day Lazarus. 


Dr. Luke in the gospel of Luke (yes, Luke was a doctor) told a story and said it like it was- one returned to give thanks and the other 9 considered it not an expedient thing to give thanks. It went:


The Thankless 9 Lepers

Now on his way to Jerusalem, Jesus traveled along the border between Samaria and Galilee. As he was going into a village, ten men who had leprosy met him. They stood at a distance and called out in a loud voice, “Jesus, Master, have pity on us!”

When he saw them, he said, “Go, show yourselves to the priests.” And as they went, they were cleansed.

One of them, when he saw he was healed, came back, praising God in a loud voice. He threw himself at Jesus’ feet and thanked him—and he was a Samaritan.

Jesus asked, “Were not all ten cleansed? Where are the other nine? Has no one returned to give praise to God except this foreigner?” Then he said to him, “Rise and go; your faith has made you well.”


The Anomaly-child of God had been stretching out his hand off and on- especially towards those who masqueraded as friends when in all reality acted with their speech as cunning-cutting-foes who always said “prove it,” one supporting the other in a larger circle of persecution. Their words were as the sickly yellow spots on a Robusta coffee bean being higher as an acidic than the health and quality of Arabica.   


The Lord Jesus had said, “if they are not for me they are against me.” The prayers streamed to heaven as hand was stretched out for definitive activity from Heaven on his behalf…no sooner was he under Grace through the Lifter of His Head-there were those who poised themselves as though his very enemies to spin his head and keep him forever trapped in a loop. He had never seen the likes of it prior to the 14 and especially the 4. 


The interesting thing was that events happened oft times as a Wake-up Call to the good news or as a blessing in Sovereign Preservation of Life. The 5 still seemed as though asleep to this day + 1 with a Sign/Wonder. The 5 + 1 were still alive and the sear of the brush with death left a scar.


These were the days as though they were in the book of Judges when it was penned by the historian in 25:21b: “each man did what was right in his own eyes.” There were now two kinds of cruelty which the Anomaly-son had really never experienced the second of the two: One was “spontaneous and not “on purpose”- so to speak- out of hurt or anger slashing/gashing” (Normally, easily forgivable- one understands human frailty).  The Second was “on purpose” carefully crafted words by way of gossip, slander, tek to give it a sense of ‘real-time’ or ‘timely’ as cuttingly-hurtful words were just lobbed the Anomaly-son’s way.” He thought- I was a pre-pubescent and pubescent when I used this means and method to poke someone. Still- prepubescent or pubescent or not “each man did what was right in his own eyes.”


Two things streamed towards Heaven as unceasing prayer regarding- those who want to take position with two faces as ‘friend’ but really ‘foe.’ One was the cry for a Heaven Sent trampling of the Anomaly-child-of-God’s enemies and the other was for Preservation and Healing and Blessing. The one came before the other and they were as obvious as obvious could get. These were still the days of trouble and Heaven troubling the trouble-ers – humbling the trouble-ers with His Mighty Right Hand- and disassembling and reassembling their lives. Rivers of blessing were sent from Heaven where there were both Deserts and the Persecuted. The author of Pilgrim’s Progress who penned that world-changing booklet understood such days as the church around about him tossed him into a prison of sorts to shut him up. The Anomaly-son could not- he wanted peace but some wanted war. The only war he would give were his outstretched hands in a secret place. 



[Those of you who read any kind of physical-violence into this post- sorry, but- boy did you miss the point of this Epoch of Double-Loaded-Linguistics with Metaphors]         





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