THE FOREST OF THE DEEP FETCH

¶ Though a heavy snow has not yet fallen, the frosty breath of my Steed does attest to the fact that the temperature has. Winding through the mysteries of the Old Growth Forest that I knew back in my younger days as The Forest of The Deep Fetch, my Steed and I, in awesome wonder, do gently lace our way through, amongst, and beneath the Venerable Old Giants of days gone by, out of whose hallowed heights, burgeoning boughs, like massive arms, reach up into the winter sky above displaying what can only be described as an ancient yearning for their Creator, for their roots do run deep.  High up in their windy spires, in the grasp of the finer fingers of the younger little spindles and branches of these deeply rooted massive Old Timers bedwells the ever mounting expectation of a celestial adornment to come; Christ the King. To these Stately Wonders, the Majesty of a Heavy Winter Snow is but a Harbinger of the far Greater Wonder yet to come.  With Great Expectations, they spend their entire lives in a deep and yearning adoration for the Second Coming. They consider everything prophetic, from the slightest summer zephyr to the heaviest winter snow. Oh, how these Gentle Giants do yearn for His return, and when in the restless throes of a tempest, they are a sight to behold. Is it any wonder why I do enjoy their company so?

¶ However, between Thanksgiving Day in that Lodge hidden in the Forest of the Deep Fetch and the Celebration of the Virgin Birth of Jesus Christ, the Creator of the Heavens Come To Earth, there is a lengthy stretch of Ruthless Roman Road that runs right through the Wilds and the Woolies of Humanity that I must navigate, and from what I understand, it is one of the favorite haunts of the Bushwhackers of the Souls of Men, where souls are taken captive and caged in Religious Structures made by the hands of men who, with great swelling words, religious programs, condemnation, theatrics, and Grammy award-winning oratory skills, convince the unaware, from the narcissist to the naive, that, “If they simply ‘Repeat After Me’,” they have been Saved from the wilds and woolies of the Evil One, and that “No Matter What”, nothing can snatch them from below. And that they have, indeed, NOT ONLY attained eternal fire insurance, but that THE GREAT TRANSFER OF WEALTH will soon be “Added to Them”,  and that no matter how they live their lives as long as they remain $omewhat faithful to the “Monetary $tructure” that encages them, they are  “Once Saved, Always Saved”. Oh, yes, for some strange reason, they not only disdain the Spirit of God and those who are in “Possession of the Evidence” of such a “Treasure”, but condemn the few that do.

¶ Several days out from the Wilds and the Woolies of the Bushwhackers of the Souls of Men, that Ruthless Old Roman Road dropped off into what can only be described as a very disturbing, seemingly boundless expanse of sulfurous bogs, sloughs, quagmires, and snags more ancient than the world itself. How strange it was to see such towering, man-made obelisks, steeples rivaling the Tower of Babel, rising out of such a stench of decay, as if they were trying to pierce the bleak and ominous heaviness above to let some SonLight in. Even though these Obelisks lumbered over the most herculean of the Old Dead Snags, they could not break through the heavily laden skies above. These Obelesks had obviously been preaching to the Old Dead Snags for centuries, “That they were wealthy, that they were continually increased with the best of everything, that they had need of nothing, and that they would live forever²”, (Revelation 3:17). Little did they know that they were, indeed, living forever, for they had already suffered the Second Death. (Revelation 20:14, 21:8) and that the Heavenly Herald, “COME OUT OF HER, MY PEOPLE.” (Revelation 18:4) had been bouncing off of their “OBSTINATE COVERING”, for centuries.

It was only after making my way up and out of the sulfurous, Stygian Bottomlands of the Deceived, into the cool breezes of the earth, that I realized I had crossed the River Styx into the musky morass of the Plucked Up and Double Dead and made it out again. Before ever doing that again, I would gladly take a shortcut through Nineveh.

It was then that I noticed, stretched out before me, through what seemed to be thousands of miles of endless salt flats, lay that Straight and Narrow, Heartworn Highway where, built up on each side of it, were a blue jillion denominations claiming it as their own. From the Ancient Nicolaitans to the Unitarian Universalists. From Ol’ Dan Tucker to Old Joe Smith. From Long Dresses and Bundage to the Pentacostal Squirrel. From Peppermint Prophets who love Handing Out Candy to the God’s Gonna Getcha Boys. From the Not To Worry About the Flesh, It’s the Soul Jesus is After, to I’m Just an Old Sinner Saved By Grace and a Blue Jillion more; all of them, Void of the Spirit, and all of them IN NEED of a Great Awakening.

¶ Now, not to the point of Sweating Great Drops of Blood, yet in the dire straits of my own human perplexity, with my head in my hands, and my heart in a quandary from considering the tangled mess that lay up ahead, I strongly pondered, heading back for the DURATION, to linger in the Forest of the Deep Fetch amongst those Venerable Old Oaks of Righteousness, those Great-Hearts of Old, for among those Old-Timers a man my age certainly does feel at Home, and somewhat younger. Why the thought even occurred to me that if I went back and lingered long enough, perhaps I might take root and become one of them, for these Old Oaks of Righteousness are not only splendid company, they are, as the Truth has it, THE PLANTING OF THE LORD. However, to backtrack, I would have to, once again, cross the River Styx and Journey through the Land of Plucked-Up and Double Dead.

¶ Oh, Deep in the Fetch of an alternate plan was I, when my thoughts were interrupted by a loving, gentle, warm, yet Powerful Voice within me saying, “WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN?” “What about the children and all those bewildered and hungry souls that have not yet met Me?” “Have I not taken all that is of My Father and given it to you?” “You now know, full well, that what I have given to you came from My Father, and We gave you Our All, Yes, We even gave you our Spirit” “Now is it not up to you to take what I have given to you and distribute IT (the GOOD NEWS wherin lies Eternal Life. The Good News of Jesus Christ Who was Himself the Sacrifice for your filthy life, for the Salvation of your Soul?) …is it not up to you to take the TRUTH, THE CRUX OF THE MATTER out amongst the Heathen and all those threatened by Religious Harriers and held captive by the Religious Harlot? Furthermore, you let Me be the Judge of who comes in and who does not.” “For whoever I call will come and whoever I choose will enter, and even though many are called, few are chosen (ponder that one for a while). Nonetheless, none will be lost except for the Sons of Perdition who love the World and the wickedness of it. Now learn this well, the Harrier, the Harlot, and the Heathen alike will hate you with the same perfect hatred with which they did hate Me.” “As My Father sent Me into the world for you, you must, in turn, head on out down that rough and ruthless Roman Road, that Old Heartworn Highway, on My behalf, but know this: I will follow you with Signs and Wonders. For you indeed are The Precious Vessel, but it is My Holy Spirit In You that will touch the hearts of many meek and brokenhearted souls – and when it’s all said and done – I will meet you on the Road to Emmaus to take you to the Marriage Supper of the Lamb, where, for starters, I will sing over you, and we will dine for seven years at a celebration you have never seen the likes of.” (John Ch. 17, Luke 24:13, Mark 16:20, Revelation 19:9, ¹wcv&²)

Twenty-four days out and seven to go, and oh how I do long for that Lodge in the Forest of the Deep Fetch where I might, like before, find fellowship for this wayfaring man and his winsome woman amongst our Kindred Kind, for our “Iron does indeed need sharpening” and our “Wits warmed”, for unless they are, I fear our “iron” may grow dull and our “countenance” cold. (Proverbs 27:17, ¹wcv)  I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, “WE DESPARATELY  NEED THE HOLY SPIRIT, AND WE NEED EACH OTHER! Why? BECAUSE ONE OLD OAK OF RIGHTEOUSNESS DOES NOT MAKE A FOREST. TO MULTIPLY AND SUBDUE THE EARTH WITH THE PLANTING OF THE LORD, WE DO, INDEED, NEED OUR SWEET SUGAR MAPLES!

THE KINGDOM OF GOD by Will Callery / ©William & Cynthia Pub. Co. / ©2008 BMI / Pete’s Productions

 

¹wcv / My Emphasis, My Version  {Always taken from the Greek, Hebrew, Aramaic, and Arabic translations, definitions, and connotations}

² / My Insert(s)

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