Converge into Oneness

 December 19, 2020

A surreal day. Supernatural and divinely orchestrated. Where one begins to see the converging and assembly of something heavenly but also earthly. Where something hoped for and waited for, patiently over the years, has begun to emerge and merge with this new era upon us. An echo that seems more real than this unchartered road we are all travelling globally while nations totter and earthquakes shake and shake. I look up at the Sunday sky and see the chinook arch over the city and the sun high in the sky. Then I blink, and blink yet again at what I dare believe is the miraculous and very plain dance of the angelic in the sky and swirling almost rainbow color behind them. This was as real as the Rocky Mountains to the right of me. I smiled and with heart full of expectation I carried on my drive to my meeting.

     So now this evening, I am swirling with emotions and thoughts and questions racing through me post government announcement of some lockdown measures. So done with arguments for/against masks, how everything is covid and no other sickness exists. How one can’t dare say you don’t feel well because suddenly you are suspect of having covid. There seems to be such level of terror in the earth. I am pulling myself into remembrance of that vision the other day. The rainbows, the angels, the stark contrast between the chinook arch and the sun I could only think a breakthrough of epic proportions is on the horizon. Come O come Emmanuel! O Come let us Adore Him! I want to lose myself in Christmas songs or any songs but particularly looking for a new song. A new sign. New wine. New fire to face this. Oh. Then I stop, catching my breath. He spoke of this not long ago this was coming. That there was a new fire we were entering with Him into. Do I see the silver? Do I see the gold yet? Whatever do you mean Lord? I need a revelation please.

     Later in the evening, I was praying with a friend and she had a word about Lo Debar for me or Debir, Israel. Going from the ghetto of sorts to the palace. I’ll take that Lord. There are so many things one could say about or go into about this image. David was so kind to bring Jonathan’s son out of Debir into the palace when he became king. Was encouraging.

     I sat at my new Amos table and thought to search the word in this book that night, straining from my ‘rampart’ (my apartment) to see the Lord connecting everything. The name Amos means burden bearer. Amos was also a spokesman which set off bells in my head as I remembered a very intense colorful dream I had received recently regarding a spokesman as well. Amos 1:2 “The Lord roars out of Zion and utters His voice from Jerusalem; then the pastures of the shepherds mourn and the top of Mount Carmel dries up.” Interesting considering Debir was said to be without pasture. And Amos was a shepherd whom called God called into service to warn people, denouncing them. 

     Amos 3:7 “Surely the Lord God will do nothing without revealing His secret to His servants the prophets.” He draws His prophets, His apostles, His watchmen, His intercessors to the table in an increasing way at this time. His table spread out for His friends, the urgency of His heart communicating the blue prints, the direction, the pleading to His friends to walk with Him to those He is aching to bring into His Kingdom. Are we for Him? Are we with our Shepherd? Are we His? Do we wear His ephod and breastplate upon our hearts as His priests for His people, carrying them into healing and deliverance and salvation? Do we have an understanding of the Oneness of John 17? That behold this Oneness is at our door, a brotherly love so holy and powerful and desperate being restored to His Body that I weep for something I confess I thought I might never see. He will do what He says He will and nothing less and I have quite suddenly found myself in the beginning of this resurrection.

     Quite suddenly, the fire and oil and waves of His love have begun, wooing us deeper, beckoning us to join Him in an unfamiliar but oh so familiar dance into the purity of love. It is awakening us again or perhaps for the first time in our lives. Overwhelming. And wanted. Needed. Joy unspeakable. Will do anything and give up everything for this pearl of great price. Surrendering all to the beating revealing of His heart for a lost world. O sacred heart poured out over and over that we would look and be and act like You. We are yours. O kiss us with the kisses of Your mouth – the kiss of fire. The Lord has need of us. Now. (Song of Solomon 1:2)

     He gave me many visions these last couple weeks often of moving up a mountain through a forest. The morning after attending a very blessed and paradigm shifting meeting full of the awe of God, I found myself in this vision at the edge of a cliff. As I gazed at the panoramic view of the sun rising and the snow covered mountains, I found myself facing a crossroads of sorts there in the middle of a vast expanse. I found myself with tears pouring down my face with soberness and full realization that THIS IS THAT which my heart has always longed for. It is here, not coming or here someday but this is the hour and the only solution of the burning righteous pain of the Bridegroom’s heart pouring through yours for the world is to quite simple – jump. “Remember…” I heard being carried on the wind of this vision. “Remember…Leave all the old behind.” (Isaiah 43:10)

     So I jumped into the apostolic/prophetic swirl, letting it carry me down the River. This song of increasing praise arose welling up out of me like a child on a rollercoaster. In the days after this, that is exactly what it has felt like at times. I suspect in this hour there are many of us coming face to face with a similar narrative. We just need to come away with Him and receive the instructions and unrolling of our scrolls for the days ahead. He is trustworthy. Do we discern and smell the scent of the water? (Job 14:7-9) “Rather, as it is written: “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no heart has imagined, what God has prepared for those who love Him.” (1 Cor 2:9 BSB) Restoration. Resurrection, Oaks of Righteousness. 

     Will we reach up and out to touch the rays of the Son streaming down upon us and these ‘leaves’ with fresh hope to grow and come up higher? Do we dare to force ourselves to forget and to have the past washed away as we step into an altogether new era upon the earth? Do we dare to love again or maybe love fully, completely, unabashedly and undeniably like He has and does? For He loved us with an everlasting love way before we even knew Him? Will we allow ourselves to surrender and be transparent into the waters of oneness and unity with our sisters and brothers so that the world will know that we are Christians by our love? A passion, oneness with our brothers and sisters that makes us ache for one another we could never have imagined. Will we watch the pain of yesterday quickly flee from the new beginnings of His glory arising and burning in our hearts, our families, promises long thought lost and stolen erupting on the beautiful dawn of level ground? Except its now on a level far beyond what we could have ever hoped or dreamed or thought of or prayed for. This difficult season revealing the work of deliverance, healing and salvation from our God being worked in us. For He truly has beauty for ashes beyond and so many things for those who love Him; restoration of a magnitude that is now an actual emerging reality. And we cry Abba Father, with a gratitude this world has never seen through tear saturated eyes that are becoming clearer and clearer….Selah.

@C. Tusa-Danchak   December 19, 2020