TABERNACLES PENTECOST, 2008
For the last fourteen years, and now in my fifteenth, my quest has
been to receive the latter rain. In June, 1994, the Holy Spirit came
upon me and began showing me the wonderful truth concerning the two-part
Remnant—the two sons of fresh oil as presented in Zechariah 4. I will
never forget when I read that chapter during that time, thinking—How can
anyone therein deny the certainty of the two-part Remnant?
Another thing that was equally certain was the critical necessity
of the latter rain. By the very nature of what these two olive trees
are—the “two sons of fresh oil”—it was obvious that we had to have
a Pentecost experience like unto the first Remnant—the fresh oil, the
outpouring of the Holy Spirit. Yahweh showed me at the very outset of
that time, on June 11, that what He did at the beginning of the church,
He would do again at the end. That was an INCREDIBLE revelation that
began this journey. And the one event that set the first Remnant apart
from all other works and gave them their highly unique success was Pentecost.
Yahshua told His disciples, “behold, I am sending forth the promise
of My Father upon you; but you are to stay in the city until you are clothed
with power from on high” (Luke 24:49). Quite obviously, we too have to
have that same power clothing us. Without it we are just as impotent and
ineffectual as they previously were, and as incapable of bringing forth
Yahshua as the Elijah as Mary would have been. “The angel answered and
said to her, ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most
High will overshadow you” (Luke 1:35). This we MUST have.
By the end of August, my family and I left everything and moved to
Washington state with one great expectation—Pentecost in June, 1995.
When that day arrived, it was just our family tarrying, holding out to
the end of the day at sunset in hopes for His Spirit, but He did not come.
We were so devastated that we all slept in the living room together, the
entire family. That next morning I went on a walk just as the sun was rising,
numb with pain. In that walk, Yahweh spoke to me in a very small voice that
I was not wrong. But quite obviously, something was not right.
Over the coming years others joined me in this hope, but it eventually
cost me the loss of my family—they could not endure and pulled away in
unbelief. In 2003, several of us gathered at my home in Washington to hold
all things in common, in hopes of the latter rain. They came at Passover,
and we committed to waiting upon Yahweh to Pentecost. But once again there
was no latter rain. During the entire day of Pentecost I laid prostrate
on the living room floor like a dead man, knowing that it was my only hope
of making it through the day. Afterwards, I did not even want to live, and
made plans that would have been my destruction, but Yahweh sent a way of
escape and I took it.
Other Pentecosts came and went with no expectations, and certainly
no outpourings. But I knew there was only one hope for the Bride, one
essential element and experience—the latter rain.
When we moved to Washington, on one of the first mornings after arriving,
Yahweh spoke to me that I was a Rizpah (2 Samuel 21:10), and was to sit
on the rock with sackcloth until He poured out water from heaven on me.
That rock with sackcloth has been very hard. But I wait for that water
from heaven—the promised latter rain.
In 2005 I made yet another move, this time alone, relocating to Salem,
Missouri. Soon after arriving, Yahweh began to reveal some incredible
truths that were essential for the Bride. He began showing us the Millennial
Calendar, and most importantly the necessity of adding a Pentecost to Tabernacles.
(You can read about the latter at Trumpets, 2005, page 4.) Recently a dear lady
sent me a link to an article about Pentecost, of course the Pentecost relating
to Passover. My reply was direct. I have no interest in Passover’s Pentecost.
I, for one, have suffered death and pain over that day for too many years.
It is a feast and work that is in the past, has been fulfilled already,
and led to a 2,000-year/two-loaf leavened work. For 2,000 years that ongoing
work has effected death, and according to the testimony of the first Pentecost
(Exodus 32:28), would bring another 1,000 years
of death if it is not cut short.
While the first Remnant received the former rain at a Passover Pentecost,
it became obvious that the second Remnant’s latter rain must come on a
Tabernacles Pentecost. In contrast to a Passover Pentecost, a Tabernacles
Pentecost leads not unto death but unto life and the creation of the new
heavens and new earth. Therefore, in response to what we were learning,
on December 25-26, 2005, we gathered for the first ever Tabernacles Pentecost,
and that under the Millennial Calendar. You can read about that gathering
at Tabernacles Pentecost, 2005.
Did we then finally get what we so desperately needed? Unfortunately,
no. In fact, its “failure” was, once again, very painful. There is no
way to gauge the pain that comes from this little book that is sweet to
the mouth, but so very bitter to the stomach. When I was a boy, while harvesting
pecans one day I ate so many that my stomach hurt so bad for so long that
I prayed I would die. Those little scrolls were sweet to my mouth, but
so bitter to my stomach that I did not want to live. I can only wonder
if it was a foreshadowing of what I would suffer later.
In mid-2007, Yahweh then showed me another critical truth—the necessity
of the flip. Tabernacles had to become the first of the year and not
death-effecting Passover (The Revelation of the Millennium).
Therefore, we changed from the Millennial Calendar, which was still
a death-effecting Passover-first calendar, to the Tabernacles-first New Millennial Calendar. Once again
we assumed that since we saw these things, it was time to effect the change.
So, on January 2-4, 2008, we gathered in hopes of the latter rain. The
results? There was no latter rain, but this time for me there was no
pain. I had done all I could do and made plans to go to truck-driving school.
But Yahweh was evidently not finished with me. I flunked! During
a simple stress test I made a joking comment to a man named Mark, which
had the effect of elevating my heart rate to the exact rate I could not
exceed. That was February 9.
When I came back home, I began writing and publishing news releases.
Two new writings were also written, as well as Our Hope In 2008, which I would
suggest you read. Then we began Remnant Bride Radio and the Remnant Bride Weblog. But in May
of that year (2008), we realized that we had actually been one year early
with the flip. You can read about this in Our Hope In 2008. That realization
then opened the possibility that, indeed, 2008 could be the year that
we receive the latter rain—the hope and purpose for which I have lived
for fourteen years. I urge you to read these links to fully understand
these matters, as my purpose here is to quickly traverse them.
This brings us to where we are today. When I wrote the lady concerning
a Passover Pentecost, I told her that the only Pentecost I can focus on
is the Tabernacles Pentecost on December 26, 2008.
After all these years and so much pain and loss, why do I even keep
going on? Maybe the sweetness of these truths in my mouth makes the bitter
stomach worth it. This is in fact very true. The marvels and wonders
of what I see cannot be compared or even traded for anything else, anything.
But also, from what I see, there is no other hope for either man or
the church than the latter rain clothing the Bride with power. Certainly,
2,000 years of Christianity have been an abominable failure, and they
would continue to fail for another 1,000 years if given the opportunity—the
third son of Judah would die as well (Genesis 38).
Neither do nations have the answers or the solutions. In fact, they
are part of the problem. There is only one hope, and that is the Elijah
who turns the wrath of Yahweh and restores all things. That is our hope.
Thus, the latter rain is CRITICAL and wholly worthy of unceasing pursuit,
no matter what the cost, no matter how bitter the stomach may be. As long
as there is hope for this, for it we must reach. There is no other hope
for man.
For fourteen years I have paid a bitter price, even as Jacob labored
for Laban fourteen bitter years in order to receive Leah and Rachel.
This is now my fifteenth year, and Luke 3:1-2 gives me hope. Here we
read:
Now in the fifteenth year of the reign of Tiberius Caesar, . . . the
word of God came to John, the son of Zacharias, in the wilderness.
Let us lay out these names and their meanings.
Tiberius: good vision
Caesar: hairy
John: Yahweh is gracious
Zacharias: Yahweh is mindful
All of these are rather direct in their meaning, except for Caesar,
hairy. Hair, as we address in Coverings, represents glory, even
the glory that covered Adam and Eve in the Garden. It is the glory that
is given to the woman, the Bride. And, it identifies Elijah. In 2 Kings
1:8, Elijah is identified as “a hairy man with a leather girdle bound
about his loins.”
Therefore, if we place the meanings of these names for the names themselves,
we have the following:
Now in the fifteenth year of the reign of good vision Elijah, . .
. the word of God came to Yahweh is gracious, the son of Yahweh is mindful,
in the wilderness.
It is indeed my hope that in this fifteenth year of this Bride work
whereby my vision has ever increased—and I hope is now sufficient for
the time—the word of Yahweh God is coming to me in His graciousness, mindful
of us and our desperate need. And I trust these truths we have received
of late are being and can now be fulfilled—the Trumpets, October 16 flip,
and the latter rain at Tabernacles Pentecost, December 26, 2008.
Continue to page 2 of Tabernacles
Pentecost, 2008 for TWO PENTECOSTS