Pastor Sharron Scott
1/21/2010
...... I saw myself
trying to move forward, reaching out around this HUGE pole that was
before me, smashed against my belly and obstructing my view. I could
only reach forward a short ways, and only with one hand at a time.
This was normal for me.
I’d been this way all my life. But I didn’t allow it to get in
the way of my doing Jesus’ work. I have plodded along, dragging
this horrible, huge obstacle with me all my Christian life.
Finally I asked God what
He wanted to teach me today about moving forward in His holy Will. I
stood before our Master, with this huge marble and concrete pillar
that was anchored into the ground between my feet, and reached into
the heavens. The top seemed to hold up the sky above me. Indeed, I
believed that it kept the sky from falling down upon me! I was “well
anchored”.
“Step back from your
Asherah pole, little one” my Father said. “What? Oh, this pole,
Father? That’s not an Asherah pole, it’s my pillar of strength!
It’s my anchor! (how presumptuous of me, believing I could set the
Father Creator straight!). “No, my little one. That is your biggest
obstruction, and it is of your own making.” If you want to see what
I need to show you, step back from it and take heed.”
So, I did step back, but
only a few steps away.
Suddenly the ground burst
open before me, and the pillar began to sink. The sky that I always
feared began to gather and form a huge mass of clouds, as heavy as if
they were about to give birth. The clouds pushed down on the pole,
and it began to fall to the side. I fell to my knees, and put my head
down, covering myself like a child in an earthquake drill. I was
TERRIFIED.
I realized I was covered
in a very fine mist, soft and soothing. I dared to lift my head up
and saw the huge, all engulfing cloud as it hovered over the land
before me, and the pole. The pole was partially buried in the dirt
now, and didn’t seem quite as daunting.
“Arise, child” my
Father said. I did so, realizing that the cloud had dissipated. I
realized with amazement that I could see clearly for the first time
in my life, without having to look around any obstacle before me! I
reached out BOTH hands at the same time, and clasped them together!
The Father reached out his hand and beckoned me to walk forward. I
stepped over what was left of the pole, and walked two steps forward.
Looking back at the pole, I realized it had been pulverized, and was
gravel reaching from one side of the giant crack in the earth to the
other side. It had created a sort of bridge.
Looking down I suddenly
felt EXTREMELY vulnerable. You see, my head, heart and belly were
exposed to the world. I began to try to cover them up, and I started
to cry.
“I’m so sorry, Abba!”
I cried. “All these years I have been protecting myself with that
pole, and not relying on You for protection. Forgive me, Father!”
“Little one, don’t
you realize that your Asherah pole was named “Fear”? As long as
it was before you, you were unable to be touched by others in any
vulnerable way. You had ‘control’ over your mind, heart and gut.”
What you failed to realize is that not only could no one touch you,
but they could never see the real you, either. What you did not want
them to see, you hid behind your Asherah pole. And your view of
others and the world is limited to what you could see around the
pole.”
“But Abba! I am NAKED
to the world without it!!” I begged. “Please, protect me!” “You
know my armor has always been here for you, child.” He handed me a
helmet, shield, belt, breastplate and sword, explaining “My belt
of Truth. My Breastplate of Righteousness. My shield of Faith and the
Helmet of Salvation. And my Sword of the Spirit, which is My Word.”
“But Father,” I said
with confusion. “I have been asking for these every morning, even
before I got out of bed! Are you saying I have been in the world
without them?” “No, I have followed you everywhere, every moment,
carrying them for you. But you cannot wear them if you are glued to
an Asherah pole. I have been waiting for you to step back far enough
to put them on.”
I collapsed under the
weight of my own heart. I began to cry tears of joy. Never had I
known such a wonderful, safe feeling! Never had I felt so strong! The
world was before me, without obstruction, and I no longer felt
afraid. And I realized that when people looked at me, they would
first see the armor of my King. “Ah,” they would say, “she
belongs to Him! She is his warrior!”
I stood up, gleaming.
Suddenly I had the countenance of one who has legions of angels
walking with me! “Thank you, Father.” I said. He embraced me, and
then I realized I was looking into the face of Jesus. He kissed my
forehead, and said “I call you ‘Friend’.” A warm,
all-encompassing, saturating feeling came upon me. I realized that
the Holy Spirit, which had dwelt within me since I became born again,
was now in every particle of my being—no longer confined to just
“that place” where I kept God within me.
“NOW I’M READY!!” I
hollered, bouncing up and down with uncontrolled joy. “What now?
Where do we go from here? What will we do? Who do we speak to, and
about what? What mountains do we move?” I stopped, realizing that
for the first time in my Christian walk I was saying “we” instead
of “I”.
“First you must write
this down, child” they said. “because you know what a sieve your
mind can be.” I immediately had an overwhelming sense of urgency to
do just that. “And then you must share it” they said.
“NOW?” I sighed. “OK,
I will, I promise. But then what?” I asked.
“You will see.”
Father God said. Jesus grinned. The Holy Spirit downright giggled.
“Oy” I muttered, for this was not the first time I had heard this
3 word statement from Papa God. I rolled my eyes up, heaved another
sigh, and here I am typing (again).
Father God, my Jesus, my
Friend, Holy Spirit my blood of life, how I love you. So, whaddaya
wanna do TODAY??
Question: What’s your
Asherah pole?
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