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The Vision

In the first creation in the dawn of time

In the first garden

Everything was shrouded with light

Purity and innocence shimmered

For the Son of God gave the Light

Then Darkness entered the garden

And brought his companion



I have more questions than answers.

I am just the storyteller.


"In the last days, God says, I will pour out My Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams." - Acts 2:17


The Vision

In the great high court the High Priest stood before the Angel

He was clothed in filthy rags representing the people of God

The rags stank of excrement

He was trembling and the rags shook with the trembling

Somehow in the weirdest of ways there was a sense of goodness about the man

A sense of old authority and diminished power

However, like Pig Pen in the Peanuts cartoon, dirt swirled around him every time he moved

The filthy rags he wore were the sins of the children of God

He wore them on himself and hated the stench and the feel of them.

For just a moment in time, he wore them.

Standing at his right hand stood another his accuser

He was shrouded in darkness

The same evil that had entered the garden

His evil companion

The old enemy he had birthed


The filthy rags the defendant wore

were crying with their own voice

Echoing the accuser

A great microphone of shame

One by one, too numerous to count

The rags spoke out

In shame

Tears of anguish and despair rolled down

A broken man

He groaned and sighed.

He stood before a Man

Who had also wept

He too had groaned and sighed

For this was the Angel of the Lord

"A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief."

He started to turn around

Those rags were all he could offer

Then the Angel spoke

"The Lord rebuke you, Satan!"

"Is this not a log plucked from the fire?"

Black and sooty from the fire?

Loved when there was nothing to love?

Now He spoke again.

"Take off the filthy rags!"

Every garment was removed and as they fell away

Shame also fell away

He stood for a moment simply shrouded in the glory of God

Once again for a moment in the garden

In the dawn of creation

A new creature

Naked and unashamed he stood before the eyes of God

The eyes of God did not look away.

"I will clothe you with rich robes."

- Scripture taken from Zachariah 3


"He was all his life spinning the web for making the royal garment and in His death, He dipped that garment in His blood. In His life he was gathering together the precious gold. In his death He hammered it out to make for us a garment which is of gold." - Charles Spurgeon


His robes for my rags

O wonderful exchange

His robes for mine

What have I to dread?

God's daunting law

Christ mastered in my stead

I cling to Christ

And marvel at the cost

Bought by such love

My life is not my own

My praise - my all

Shall be for Christ alone - Chris Andersen

"All my righteousness are as filthy rags"


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