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Matthew 13:53-58

53When Jesus had finished these parables, he moved on from there. 54Coming to his hometown, he began teaching the people in their synagogue, and they were amazed. “Where did this man get this wisdom and these miraculous powers?” they asked. 55“Isn’t this the carpenter’s son? Isn’t his mother’s name Mary, and aren’t his brothers James, Joseph, Simon and Judas? 56Aren’t all his sisters with us? Where then did this man get all these things?” 57And they took offense at him.
But Jesus said to them, “Only in his hometown and in his own house is a prophet without honor.”

58And he did not do many miracles there because of their lack of faith.

The holy spirit lingers over my heart like a fog. But is not the world that is hidden from me. It is the direction he is leading me that is hidden from others. It is the things he tells me but when I repeat it the world clouds the message. When he holds my heart I am filled with so much and I’m over run. So I pour it out and at the table set full cups and no one to drink. The holy spirit feeds me and I consume it all as if I haven’t eaten in days. I pour out the doctrine now the bread of life lay there uneaten before empty chairs. My heart is heavy because they prefer death and a good life on earth. They say heaven is to far away. So like Moses and Peter I wish not to leave the mountain. I desire to stay at the foot of throne and as He holds me like his lost son. Yet I know that so many still don’t know him. I see dead people living lost. I know their end and desire better for them even though they are too blind to see the edge of the cliff. I pray that the fog would lift just enough so they can see me fellowship with you. Maybe they would then see that it was you who called me out and set me apart. I have nothing new to say that you haven’t spoken already but use me the best you can to bring your children home.

This is my prayer to you Lord God the most high and righteous
one above all.

Holy holy holy, I have seen the Lord and he has seen my face and the grief on my heart and the tears in my eyes.

Amen

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