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Revelation Revealed

I have sat through many explanations of Revelation.  Here is mine:


John writes seven letters to seven churches.  He writes them in what is know as codex style – pages not a scroll.  John hands the piles of pages to his guard to take to the churches.  On his way the messenger trips and the pages mix together into one pile.  The messenger gathers the pages and delivers what is now one book to the first church on his list.

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The Sabbath

One Sabbath day as Jesus was walking through some grain fields, his disciples began breaking off heads of grain to eat.


Break off the top, the head of the grain.  I picture wheat – it could have been barley or oats or several other grains but I see more wheat where I live and I picture wheat.  From the ground a long fragile stem with just a few thin leaves.   On top making the plant top-heavy are rolls of seeds, fifty to a hundred kernels of wheat packed together.  Pull the top off of one of the stems and just roll it in your hand as you walk along.  At first a lot of the dried, grass like, covering comes off – just let it sprinkle on to the narrow dirt path between fields.  Separate out four or five kernels and rub them a little harder with your thumb until they are clean seeds and pop them into your mouth.  The conversation continues, you look up and smile, give your friend a little punch in response to something he said and chew a few more bits of grain.  It’s a peaceful, quiet, Saturday morning.


In the beginning the Word already existed.

The Word was with God,

and the Word was God.

He existed in the beginning with God.

God created everything through him,

and nothing was created except through him.

The Word gave life to everything that was created,

and his life brought light to everyone.

The light shines in the darkness,

and the darkness can never extinguish it


The Word, God, walked along a dirt path, with friends.  I like that concept.

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The Girl

She’s not tall, not short either, she’s about five foot six inches.   Average weight nothing about her figure that stands out or calls attention to itself.   Long, half way down her back, straight brown hair.   Gray blue eyes, eyes that make no suggestion – demand nothing – eyes that drink in in order to understand.  Most of the time her smile is faint, not quite non-committal, willing to be sad or happy but leaning toward happy.  White skin has the slightest patch of freckles across her nose and cheeks. 

         When I first saw her I was attracted to her quiet needless place in the group she stood with.  She listened as those around her solved the problems of the world.  She smiled when they made sense and frowned when their views were dangerous but her world was fine and needed no defending.  She simply wasn’t a salesman or a shopper.   Not self-centered or exclusive either.  Her life and beliefs were there for anyone to see.  She didn’t tell you not to lie she didn’t lie, she didn’t tell you to care for others she cared, without forcing an expression everything about her shouted.  And when she looked at me I melted.  She possessed the things I needed.  My response was to desire to possess her even when everything I saw said that was not only impossible; if it became possible it would not be what I needed.

         Her kisses were simple, no tongue – no aggression, just softness.  Her hugs not even a hug, just holding each other leading nowhere.   When she held me that was what she was doing, not thinking ahead to the next thing, nothing was next the world stopped and waited patiently until the time for holding was past.

         We walk and I talk.  I tell her all the things that might be true and all the things that are misrepresented.  She listens.  I go on about plans and goals, how this can be accomplished and how that needs to be done.   She listens.  For a long time I was afraid she would mold to my will she would follow and become only me, but I had nothing to worry about.  What I wanted to happen has happened – she has changed me.  As I know her longer she becomes more and more powerful as my greatness fails.   The quiet creek gently cuts its way through the granite stone until soft sand conforms to the bed of the stream.

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By definition:

  • God:  The creative force behind life, the universe, and everything.  God is the sustaining force behind all these things.  Love.


  • The Word:  The expression of God.  The Word did all things and the Word has always been God.  (There is only one God.)


  • Scripture:  God breathed insight man has captured in language, script or song.


  • The Bible:  A grouping of sixty-six books put together by people around the year two hundred sixty to preserve these sixty-six books, many of which contain a great deal of scripture.


  • Believe:  Adhere to, rely upon, lean upon.  (Amplified Bible)


Believe in God.  Know the Word.  Read Scripture.  Treasure the Bible; but never make the Bible your God.