A LITTLE CHILD

A LITTLE CHILD'S

I look up at the heavens, at times, and feel so small. I see powerful military jets fly overhead, and witness other things of great enormity of power and importance, and feel so very little, so small, and so insignificant. I go to courts, where I find that I have very small or little standing to be there, nor am I regarded largely by the sadly corrupted judges who sit upon those benches carved for them by the hands of tyrants and thieves, unordained, and wielding the judicial power of ancient Israel, monsters in sheep's clothing, ravaging the innocent poor who they come amongst, that they might grind the faces of the poor, in spite of the all-eternity consequences that they are to face for doing so.

Even though it is my own decision, for the sake of the work that I do, that it should be so, I have but small eternal authority before heaven; there are others who are great and who are appointed; I am so insignificant for lack of so very much that I am in need of, that I might yet do great things in His name, except for that promise that He gave me before I came here. The correct spirit whispers to my understanding why this must be in my case, though I do not like that it must be so, why the gates of hell are launched utterly, bitterly, against me. At a time when the heavens and the earth are out of their course.

Nevertheless, I bare it out, though the pains are harsh, I live right on the borders of all that is sacred to me; the Enemy devours me at every opportunity, for he knows me too well, and at times, I tremble, my tears are gone, and I am very sad, and I am saddened, for the plight of mankind, and my heart opens wide to eternity, of why these things are come to pass, that strain man's tears, as this heart now testifieth to of its own accord.

There are times that I feel as like the Savior, even Jesus the Christ, must have felt when He felt abandoned, alone, not only from the whole world, but by His Heavenly Father, who He had worshiped, respected, loved, and followed from day one of His own spiritual existence, back before the beginning of time, or the creation of this world as we know it - as he hung on that cross, and spoke those terrible words, "My God, my God; why hast thou forsaken (abandoned) me?"

To have ALL knowledge as He had, to KNOW that this could not be so, and yet to FEEL it; how awful, totally awful, it must have been there, to be so Abandoned in spirit that He should ever pronounce words such as these.

And in these total respects, I also, am so very little, being small in the eyes of those who behold me, though it is okay that it be so, for I seek not the pride and price of the world to regard me largely, for it is not my own work that I do, but Him that brought me here, which mission brings forth the gates of hell, to do battle with me, for hell's fury Knows that I am indeed the Avenger to come, to slay the wicked, as it was written that I should, in the Lord's own due time.

I move forward relentlessly, having no power that I should do anything at all. I have no heavenly shields to protect me; the fiery darts of Satan are ever cast against me; I feel them, they go through me undaunted. I can, at times, only challenge them after their entry and effect, though I do so on almost every occasion. I am powerless of myself to stop the Enemy in his engagement of me in this battle; my weapons are placed beyond my reach; the Lord stands forward of me, and my Lord, the God of Israel, brings up my rearward, by the reigns of my faith only in those things that empower me, I go ever forward. It is all that is left me, of that once great blessing of power of the ancient time, that I was made an humble partaker of.

I am brought here to do battle against terrible, unseen forces. Those who I count on and love do not know me. I am known and understood by so few. I am betrayed and taken advantage of because of my plight whereby I am diminished, for the sake of the many by that "few" that I - as one according to the Law - am, and there are those who have sought and pledged to my utter destruction. I have been cursed, or called Satan, and Devil, and spit upon by one who once loved me, or so I thought, both acts at the same time. And when I reminded that one that it was the wicked one, even Satan, who caused that Jesus be spit upon while he hung upon the cross, it was flung back in my face as though a stone to stone me, "You're not Jesus," as though the spitting upon me by one who had proclaimed everlasting love for me was justified for the hatred now soiled upon me by an open mouth, as though in righteousness spat, and said.

I know of curses that have been, and those curses which are yet to come, and I am saddened yet more, still, because of it. I find no relief from the knowledge that I have of yet worse times to come, even though I might be avenged of them; for it was never my disposition, as a child, to see punishments poured out upon the people, for my love for the people of every land was everywhere in me, and I longed that the sinners, like myself certainly also, would be forgiven according to the mercy that the Lord held for us all, was also always my prayer. Amen,

Do I not trod such winepress as I have been brought forth to do my Lord's work within, alone? For it is His work that I press, having Hope in Him Only, and not of myself, that I might be redeemed in His own due time as He hath said toward me, in accordance to His own holy word, saith He, the Lord.

Where then, because of these things, would I not have the right, indisputable, to Avenge My Lord these things? To bring the Terrible one to naught, that there might be peace everlasting upon the Earth, that her Constitution might be fulfilled, that the way of our King, even He who is to be the "King of kings," such "kings" not to be those kings of this Earth, whose "mouths" of authority shall be closed before Him, that I might prepare and preserve the way for His return, for He IS THE King, and not any whit less, after all.

I am a child of God, as are others, or I do sincerely hope that I am, that I have not lost, for any cause or mis-cause of my actions, that part of me that I could never have borne to part with, being that little child which has always been within my soul, and being as small as I am before all the world who know me, and those powers of heaven and earth that prevail over me, though He has granted me certain authorities to appear before Him, in power, yet I am but a little child of God, brought here to lead in peace and salvation, or healing, those whose healing shall mark the end time of the Adversary, that the Enemy might one day be stilled altogether, by the children of the light who shall also bring these last things about, that I have no further necessity to Avenge my Lord and my Lord's other children, large and small, wherever they may be, that I might not be found with pride in my heart, but humility, which is service unfeigned, to that most just and honored end, I Avenge, I Serve, I Judge According To The Law; I Fight On. In the name of Jesus Christ, I write, in hope, these words, Amen.