I See the Storm
“He maketh the storm a calm so that the waves thereof are still,” Psalms 107:29.
I see the storm on the horizon; I am not the only one. These times, this election year, feel off and silent. The rumors of wars are spoken of daily, and the threats to both nations (being America and the nation of God) heighten rapidly. With every passing day, nearly every passing hour, something new is presented, bearing its teeth and looking for the nearest neck to sink them in. Civil war is discussed as commonplace, the same way World War III is concerned, as though it’s a typical conversation conversed over coffee. This offended part of me, while the other part understands.
I understand this is the fulfillment of the scriptures; I am offended by the twelve kings' affronts on the people.
I see the storm coming.
The clouds are like mountains, without rigidity in form; instead, they move freely and expand like an ominous idea. I wonder how many see this same darkness and are thankful for the not-so-gentle giant taking on this formation rather than that of a mushroom. What time are we in where the choices we have been provided by the money-grubbing galavants are to be flooded or reduced to ash?
Even now, I care not to continue the conversation pushed by the world's overlords from their high places attained through the permissive powers of principalities. I only mention this discussion so we may analyze the storm coming over the mountain to encourage the believer by saying: do not fear.
Much to the disciples' relatability, when faced with a storm worthy of flipping a boat in a small body of water between two lands—the Sea of Galilee—the men came to Christ (who was sleeping) in fear, worried they would soon be tipped over. When he awoke, seemingly annoyed, he commented on their little faith before rising and taking control of the storm with only three words.
Peace, be still.
The men marveled.
This is what Jesus, who is the Word, who is God, made flesh, says… but what say you? Do you believe the storm of the disciples could be the same storm of today? Do you believe that Christ can stop the storm through you? After all, what manner of man is this that even the winds and the sea obey him? Is it only the Christ of the crucifixion, of days passed, kept upon the cross to be worshipped in death, or is he the Christ of the same yesterday, today, and forever, who is risen?
Many have Christ on the cross, attaining their salvation, which is sanctification, rather than their redemption. They believe that the storms are only found in stories, that these tempests are the only ones Christ can concur with, not the typhoons of today, assuming that the days of miracles have passed, which is the doctrine of denominations.
This is because the devil has convinced the Christians that Christ is not among us in the flesh, despite the storm being alive and well—booming if you will. The storm fear-mongers and controls the masses, thrashing all types of believers about and sending them to Christ in fear. “Which Christ?” I ask. Now, there are a hundred-fold more false Christs than true ones who seek not to calm the storm but to throw their followers into it.
What manner of man is this, that he would love the winds and is subject to the powers of the sea, feeding the lost souls to it to retain his false faculty!
In the perversion of this scripture, you can see the slight, the great difference it makes.
I see the storm. I do not fear it, not because I am some great man, for I am the least among you, but because of the One I am within and is within me. I am no better than any of you, my brothers and sisters; I have caught the revelation amid the cyclone of the sacrilegious.
The spiritual maelstrom grows like cancer, leeching off the life of the believer without their consent, without care, perverting their life at the cellular level, and bringing nothing but death. Worse than this, he does it with ease, for the believer does not fight because they know not how, and to even more significant distress, most, being caught unawares, fight for the devil rather than the Lord.
They have been taken by the beauty of the blizzard in its blossoming, for storms, if viewed from a comfortable place such as a home, can be seen as sightly. In contrast, the homeless man, the one within the storm, realizing the truth of nature’s forces, sees the reality: no man is safe lest he has the power to control the cloudburst. Alas, all storms are beautiful until lightning strikes you, washes away, or worse, drowns you by the oceans of man because your ship, your denomination, is taken by the sea.
Symbolically, I, John, believing in the God of Hope, hope that you catch the vision, the revelation, that the Sea is Man.
Therefore, we must ask again, paraphrasing: do you believe in Christ? Do you see the storm? Like Peter, do you stand atop the waters, or will man take you? By faith, I answer, saying, as long as you keep your eyes on Christ, even if you fall, you will walk again, for he will reach in and pull you from the seafarers.
I believe Christ is in the flesh, for he is in me. This is not to say I am the Christ, which would be antichrist in nature, but instead that I am a part of him. I am a representative, an image, the same way you can and will be, using the new birth that begins with faith.
If you identify yourself in him and he in you, the winds and sea will be subject to you because he is within you, the Holy Ghost. He is our power. Then the people of this world would say, “What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him!” This is the scriptural vindication, proving you by His word, the Word of God, saying, “These signs shall follow them who believe: In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.”
Miracle workers, be encouraged to know that we are the workers, the fulfillers of the book of Acts, who are the written epistles read of all men, the evidence of God, sent to those who will believe, which may currently be entirely lost.
The days of miracles are not passed because Christ is not dead. To phrase it differently, the days of miracles are not past because Christ is the past, the present, and the future.
Brothers and sisters, we must challenge the storm. These twelve kings who are nothing compared to the Lord shall fulfill their destiny, but not without offense, without the children of God going into the world and binding the storm, pulling the lost ones out of it. I challenge the principalities of the popular party. I will face the storm, not alone, but with you, my brothers and sisters, beside me, for we are not at our best by ourselves, but rather together, in Christ, with he in us.
Yes, I see the storm, but now, as a light of this world, standing firm as a lighthouse, I ask, “Storm, do you see me? I pray that you do and would take my hand, realizing that it is not my own, but Christ’s outstretched to you, regardless of all you have done.”
Those who identify with the devil will be of the devil, and those who identify with Christ will be of Christ. Those who wish to be the children of darkness will only seek to destroy the light, whereas the children of light will shine bright, knowingly and unknowingly. It is a shame that some would choose to kill us and may succeed by the ordinance of God’s will, but even so, in choosing to do so, they will know it was done by God’s grace, granting that they would have another chance to see Christ in the sacrifice though they were consenting unto our death. Although Christ sits on the mercy seat, he is seconds from standing, not to bring the destruction of the redeemed, but the destruction of the disbeliever.
The redeemed, the bride of Christ, is destroyed and reconstructed here on earth, receiving her judgment and being made new by rapturing faith so she may be raptured. In contrast, in an ironic ending, the disbeliever shall be judged on that great and terrible day of judgment.
Who might he be to you on that day? The Bridegroom or the Judge? The return of Christ is great to the believer, but to the disbeliever, it is terrible.
Your end shall be brought through your beauty, your storm, your weapon of mass destruction that blossoms and blooms, drawing nearer as the coming cloud, the mushroom bomb that harnesses the power of the atom, which is the Adam, which is the first Christ.
The fungus grows; the cancer spreads; the storm comes, but behold, I see the Son of Man riding on the cloud with us with him.
