- Rev Luis A. Fernandez
- May 16, 2019
- 1 min read
"May my prayers be found louder than my speech. So that when I would have to give forth utterance, the weight of my lips will have the power to influence souls."
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- Rev Luis A. Fernandez
- May 15, 2019
- 2 min read
Did they know that you will be found in the breast of a large and humble creature? Or in the comb of thousands upon thousands of artistically gifted flights as they worked with their feet and hands as though trampling upon treasure.
Who were those tiny armies who worked so hard to gather you and receive instruction from a mother who has the power of a queen? Or would they know that you were incubating and keeping warm so that they can drink from you, make soups, or even chew when aged so that they who kiss you with their lips will smile, and say cheese?
Your taste was absent from the lips of those who are precious in God’s sight, as they cried for help and rumbled in doubt in that desert prison. But it was said of you, that you would be found in a land where you will flow and be a sign of better things to come. They have forgotten your taste and can not even imagine your nourishment, and healing powers. Your taste is an invitation to a covenant full of sweetness, strength, and a better life in him who stands in the heights above. The life of those who had been scorched will know that you have the ability to heal their throats so that they can bring forth praise not yet found in their pain, and strengthen the bones of those who have been malnourished, crippled, and who could not stand.
You are the byproduct of hard work, from those who have been ordered to prepare their resources for those who are now weak. Drink me, swallow me, and know I’m more than just milk and honey found on a shelf. Before you purchase me or I’m sold value the truth of my promise.
I am a sign of God’s plan for your life when he is found.
- Rev Luis A. Fernandez
- May 14, 2019
- 2 min read
You have been given the privilege of standing above everyone and everything else. You have been given the authority to establish borders and see your dew upon the earth. Creatures with wings dance in your auditorium and preform for your enjoyment, and you give forth water for which all its inhabitants below depend on.
Lights come from your bosom as if it seems that you are trying to say something. Are you angry? Are you signaling a war? As you speed and run in a fast track to your destination. Men run, hide, and even tremble with fear at your innocence. You once dressed the Glory of God so that he can gaze upon his people to protect and guide them. He dressed himself with your white color as a virgin dresses herself with linen and spoke from within your chambers.
“This is my Son, whom I love and are well pleased. Listen to him and obey what he says” your creator echoed from your depths. And, how about that day when you formed a secret room so that Elohim himself can write the laws that would guide humanity to know his heart. You descended like a mist and soundproofed the secrets of six men when heaven and earth met. Oh, how I wish I could have seen and heard your discussions for myself and build a house or tent with the rest of them on that tall mountain.
You move with such grace and elegance, and at times take forms that only a painter and his brush can understand and appreciate. You are a sign of man’s eternal destiny and all have to look up to you and wait for that hopeful day. We would have to fly higher to touch you, as we someday will make our eternal bed within you. And then all things will be revealed in the secret place of your hidings.
I’m a cloud, draping a throne that was created just for you.
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