Dry Bones

Henry Wiebe Nov.2001

The Scribes, Pharisees and religious elite of Jesus day cried, "Crucify him," even while Pilate found no fault and was determined to let him go. Even so, many who claim to be my followers find fault with me. That is because they don't really know me. They find fault with me because of world conditions which they themselves perpetrated. They find fault with government and world leaders while they themselves have not governed their own homes righteously. They find fault with the church and wish to impose their own carnal solutions, only to add more dry bones onto the existing pile. The religious rulers asked Pilate to make the sepulcre of my Son secure because he said he would rise the third day. They sealed it with a huge stone. Did this hinder me from resurrecting my Son? Today your religious leaders are still afraid their dead religion might be invaded by my Holy Spirit of life. Even now, many are struggling to roll their boulders at the doors while I bring life and call forth the dead who desire to really live the abundant spirit-filled life of freedom.

Lazarus was dead four days and no one wanted to roll the stone away for fear of the smell. I ask the question to you which I asked of my prophet Ezekiel. Can these bones live again?

Can you believe? Those who believe will roll the religious stones of tradition and complacency from the tombs of their church doors and allow the stuffy atmosphere to be replaced with the wind that came rushing into the upper room on the day of Pentecost. Is this what you desire? You chose whether to do as my disciples who waited on me in the upper room of unity and prayer or go elsewhere. Will you be like Joseph of Aramathea? He craved and begged for the body of my Son so he could lay it in his own new tomb. He was a rich man whom I had blessed because of the true treasure which was in his heart. Even though it was a tomb he provided, it was not a tomb of death but one of life. He treated the dead body of my Son with highest respect as with deep devotion he wrapped it in linen.

Even so today, I have intercessors, rich in dedication to the task of caring for the dead body of my Son. These stand at the very threshold of heaven itself and their cries come before my throne. They've waited and wondered when life would ever return. It will. These are those private members of the body upon whom I shall bestow more honor. These are those who follow the lamb even to death. These are those who chose to wait upon me in my presence to hear my voice.

Today I have my Josephs, and I have my Ezekiels who are speaking life to the dry bones and I also have an army trying to seal the sepulcre and make it sure. Where do you fit in?

Joseph in exchange for his tomb has received an eternal mansion indescribable in elegance. Ezekiel walks among my eternally anointed servants with great authority. Those who wish to secure the tomb of death with their manmade stones shall themselves occupy their own tombs of darkness and death forever.

I have been legislated and ruled out by men and women whom you, the people, chose unto yourselves. And now, even as I took Ezekiel in the spirit and he saw the glory of God leave the sanctuary and I called for the destroyer to go through the midst of Jerusalem and set a mark upon the foreheads of the men that sigh and that cry for all the abominations that were done there, for their land was filled with blood and perversion. I gave the commands to those with the slaughter weapons in their hand to slay and to begin at my sanctuary, but not come near any man upon whom is the mark.

So also today I am raising up my prophets with the inkhorn by their side writing out the summons for my people to return to me, to return to holiness and set themselves apart from the world. Will you be one to receive this my mark, my words, my nature? Will you be one to be hidden in the secret place, under my shadow, in my pavilion until my indignation be past, until my controversy with the nations is settled once and for all, or will you still sit in complacency while the high tides and rolling storms carry you away with the coming destructions.

For so many years I have held out my hand of welcome, now I shall stretch out my hand and what will come will come. Again I say,"Fear not" to those who will come unto me.