Colors of My Blood

Look in the mirror. Who do you see?

Wrinkled or smooth.      Coffee or Milky.       Angular or Round.

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It matters not for we come from the One Source.  There is no real distinction among us besides that deemed fit by the Creator.  Those singular differences have spiritual merit and exist for His Glory alone.

Story time…

There is a remarkable food market in Columbia, Maryland.  It is nondescript save for one exception.  The grocery clerk at Aisle 7.  You don’t have to look for the number above her register.  You’ll know it by the line of people jockeying to get there.  All of them are in search of the same gift.  A moment with her.

Upon first glance you might be surprised.  She has a penchant for jewelry and wears numerous large crosses around her neck.  With luminous eyes and a full mouth, it’s difficult to guess her age.  Long black braids are pulled into an unwieldy pony tail, like liquid tar, tumbling down her back.  A steady alto voice accompanies a laser gaze.  Her smile is decidedly intoxicating.

I have experienced this great joy.  The first time I bumbled up to her with my milk, crackers, and almonds, she seized me in toto.  This delightful soul glows on you in such a manner that you wish she lived next door.  The typical hurried exodus you make out to your car will morph into an embarrassing lingering.  For in those few minutes of human transaction with this woman, you will be forever changed.

So what is so special about the clerk at Aisle 7 ?

She is the real deal.

She knows about the holy blood and lives by this knowing.  Somehow this creature  has not allowed the world to wrangle this precious truth from her grasp.  In her reality, there is no difference among humans.  She sees us all through the same lens; the spectrum of blood family.  Gifted with true vision, every shopper is her cherished kin.  And you feel it in all ways unspoken.

The New Era mandates we live by and for the Holy Blood.  This shared essence, commanded by God, binds us to one another.  And to Him.  Upon the Lord’s return there is no room for division in the One Body.  All lines of difference, not of Him, must be erased.

Know this:  The Holy Blood incites the enemies’ hatred.  

The snake seeks to keep God’s children divided and weak.  He revels at our warring and hatred for one another.  He fathered fear and indifference in our hearts.   The adversaries’  antics are mounting into a deafening crescendo in an attempt to impede and nullify the Remnant.

Yet he is a gnat.

In this hour, like never before, it is crucial to pledge our allegiance to the King and reclaim one another as family.  Our destiny is etched; we must go to all lengths to protect God’s Own.  This means casting off worldly teachings about who and when to love.  We must change now.  Loving without reason.   When it hurts and when it does not.  Going beyond capacity and stretching far past the imaginable.

Today, not tomorrow, we must share all that we have been given.  Our food, our time, our money, our compassion.  Ourselves from the inside-out.

We are being watched oh so carefully by The Creator in these moments.  

Dear Remnant Soldier~   Gift Jesus today.  Bring Him your offering of  Holy Love.  Lift up your prayer of unbridled compassion.  Show Him the true substance of your heart.

 

Standing with you mi carnal,

Cindy

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