Monday, March 29, 2010

One Thousand Years: Genesage "How could it be?" (Chapter 9:11)

One Thousand Years

Genesage

“Written in Stone"

(Chapter 9:10)

Rose.

Thomas began to see her as she fully was.  Just as much a living being in the Kingdom as He was. He sensed her reason for living was to give fragrance to life and pleasure to the eye. She was full of the ordinances of her creator. She grew according to what God had planeed for her.  

But what Man had done to her was obvious.

She was dead.

Thomas would be thinking about that for years. For now he recovered himself, he sat shaken but whole. He got up and went to where Rose had been “wrestled” from the earth by Jesus.

Some would have said “pulled up” or “uprooted”. Jesus had wrestled the remains of Rose from the Earth which had to let go. The Earth did not want to “let go” of rose. Thomas had seen it.

He looked to where Messiah told him to look.

"Look inside the roots where Rose grew. "

He got up moving about in the dark till he could see by the light of the fire the roots where they had been. Only a hole remained. It was in the dark but Thomas could see dimly.

Inside the hole lining its sides formed a circle of twelve stones. They stood like an inner hedge or plant liner. They were positioned  around the plants hole which when Rose was standing must have hedged her trunk.  Though beneath the surface the stones would have adorned her trunk like a necklace.

That was an odd thought to Thomas but lately he ahd been having lots of these “odd thoughts”. In the Old World they would have been hedging.

He “sensed” these twelve stones were more than decoration.

Eben has told him once,

“Everything has meaning and purpose in the Kingdom of God”

Each stone was white with the  writing inscribed upon them. About the Size of a Hands span. From forefinger to wrist. Thomas picked one up. Written on one side was the commandment,

Thou Shalt Not Kill.

Thomas almost dropped it.

Touching the stones they felt fleshy and soft yet hard. Not cold and lifeless. As though the very stones themselves were alive. They appeared as stone. They felt like stone. It was like no stone Thomas ever encountered. It felt Living.

Twelve Living Stones.

On the back side of the stone. In red was one word. Though he held only one stone, he felt “knowledge” conspire within him to know that each stone was written within and without. Holding the stone felt like a communication of ideas that connected the words that were written with the “Intent” of the person who wrote it.

It was an odd feeling holding the stone. It “felt” as though it too were alive in some way Thomas yet did not know, and it too was communicating to him.

The backside of the Stone had said:

Forgiven

Ten stones were written in like Manner. Thomas read each one, one by one, always finding in Red; forgiven. But each time He picked up the Stone, he “felt” more than the simple words or intent communicated. He “felt” “saw” “experienced” learning as if from the stones themselves.

The impact was very real.

Ten Commandments, written on Living Stones.  The Word of God on the opposite side saying: "Forgiven" in red. Lessons or Memories stored, a memorial in the stones.

“Stones of Remembrances”

"This stone is for you."

The Son of God reached around Thomas. He had come upon him quietly, beside him. Thomas had not read more than Ten when Messiah spoke. In the Midst of the Twelve he had scooped away the dirt in the center and pulled a smaller stone.

One with his name on it.

"Turn it over and read it."

"Peter" it said.

The Spirit of God flowed into Peter like a lake overflowed from torrential rains.

Thomas was filled with sudden wisdom.

With a new way and a newness of life, Peter/Thomas reached down in the midst of the root system of Judaism, the very core of Rose, and pulled another stone from the midst of the Twelve.

Ten known, two unread, one in the center yet to be revealed.

“What of this One?”

“Leave it there until the Third day and you will know what to do then.”

"I must go"

Suddenly Jesus vanished.

Thomas/Peter sat until dawn pondering the meanings behind all that had happened.

He eagerly awaited the third day.

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