We wouldn't recognize it for the strange events that always surround "them". There is something about those people, almost spooky. When they walk into any situation where people have congregated ... you feel either peace or tension. Although they may appear alone, it almost feels like someone else is watching...watching almost through their eyes ... and you sense the eternally stable convicting of the Gazer of Men. The unseen Gazer is felt like the buildup of the force of lightning that is about to flash with amazing brilliance and potential devastation through the thick darkness of an oncoming storm.
The Gazer is theirs and they are His.
With this the trumpet sounded and warriors assembled.
The threat was real; and the battlefield was filled with the bravest, most fearless soldiers the universe could assemble for war... but the King of Love shouted: "There is no need for an army!" (but he had already given reluctant consent via his counsellors). A few moments later the army was joined by thousands of gloriously arrayed horses with riders that were fully armored and fully armed in a most terrifying fashion ... the King of Love shouted again: "There is no need for horses nor horsemen". (but to this also he had already given reluctant consent via his counselors) And there the terrifying army stood, ready for battle.
At this moment where death and destruction hung so prevalently ominous over the entire scene, there appeared a single strand of blinding light that illuminated the King as He fell to His knees and prayed in a strange but confident manner saying only once; "Not my will, but Thy be done... Into Thy hands I commit my spirit." The silence after seemed to last an awkward and unearthly three hours; and then it happened ... all Hell broke loose.
There was a momentary sound of an earth quake, but the armies stood still. There was the rushing blast of a fiery blazing wind, but the armies stood their ground. Then there was an almost inaudible still small voice that appeared to ravage and slay the armies and the horses. The celestial voice planted the entire army helplessly paralyzed on its face totally unable to lift so much as the sound of a breath. All were helpless to aid the King of Love.
And there the King of Love stood alone in the midst of the most terrifying moment the universe has ever witnessed ... {take your most fearful imagination and gaze at the slithering, horrible, winged, taloned, creatures that began to circle, to pounce and to rip at the King of Love until He was a bleeding mass of ravaged humanity. See as every ounce of His royal frame screams with pain, though His lips remain silent. Watch as He is lifted on a roughly hewn wooden stake high into the sky by the hellish snarling hoard.} The Leader of the hoards of Hell cried in the face of the King of Love ..."Now what do you have to say for your self ... Love?"
The King of Love's eyes open long enough for all to see the vastness of the blue, eternal love found within His entire being, and then with that same strange confident manner that He seemed to always possess, He spoke one Word - "Victory!"; breathed His last breath; and died.
"Victory?" Hissed the army of Hell; silence ...and then there was an explosion of ungodly laughter that filled the air, and a wicked frivolity that filled the scene for three days. The creatures that had held the lifeless body of the King of Love, shook it on the stake like a useless rag doll, "Come on, you are no freakin' fun!". And when He would not respond, they threw the dead King aside like a soiled disgusting broken toy ...
"Is that all you got!" They spit on Him.
"Such weakness!" They cursed Him.
"Didn't even die with a man-like fight!" They threw a large stone on His torn and unrecognizable body... and then sealed it with a curse.
As the hoards slithered away in an almost appearance of retreat they kicked the lifeless bodies of the mighty army with every move, and cursed the scene and the sky above them. The scene was beyond surreal, it didn't feel like they had won the war or even fought a battle. Something wasn't quite right.
THEN ...There it was again ... there was that strange sense of Someone watching. Someone whose gaze brought peace or tension. And in a moment full of eternal purpose, the tension escalated to terror among the hoards; and with a flash of an eternal eye ... a voice was heard "This is my Son, in whom I am well pleased. Hear ye Him!" With that Word ... the enemy hoards vaporized in screams of despair ... leaving the scene as it had been just three days before, just before the battle. But NOW the King of Love stood alive forever more... the Victory won without an army, without a horse, with only the Word.
This Eternal Victory is now the standing and powerful hope that resides within the life of every Child of the King of Love. God gazes and reaches through every one of his kids to minister to a world that has been ransacked by sin and the hoards of Hell. Those who are His, stand in the midst of the assembly of mankind bringing peace or tension. The King of Love, the Eternal Gazer, gazes through His Own reconciling the world unto Him. Fear not to speak His Word of peace to a world who so desperately needs His saving love.
You are the abode of the King of Love. You are His habitation.
HLFA,
Jeff