The story that lay down and slept

September 12, 2007

Joel Akin

Esther 6:1 On that night could not the king sleep, and he commanded to bring the book of records of the chronicles; and they were read before the king.

If there were a story which could make one weep it is this story. The king was the king and he had no where to lay his head. He was tired and wore out. It had been a long time since he could sleep. The day had been long and the day had been hard. The day had been inside the heart and he had no where to lay his head. And yet if this is the day of God it is the day of the Lord. For there were those who went to sleep this day and did not know. They did not see. They did not understand. They only knew that a war was happening out there in space.

 For though God did not say it the war wasn't just on earth. It was in space. It was in heaven. It wasn't just in heaven it was in all the world. And God saw the world as the world of life.

Now we take the world to be earth. Yet God sees heaven as his throne and earth as his footstool. He sees us as servant and he see himself as king. Yet to this man who was the cousin to Esther there was no one who had rewarded him who had helped to save the life of the king. How could they honor such a man? Why they called on the enemy and asked and he said "Why give him the best there is." yet he thought of himself. He had a name which was Haman yet if Haman had a name today it might be similar. It might be one we call Sin. For Sin rises up and tries a man and puts him to sleep when he tries to pray. And yet he puts him awake when he tries to sleep. And so I sleep a sleep of pain and rise in pain. I wake in pain. And I pray in prayer of pain. For God calls it suffering. And suffering is the pain of life.

Now the king wanted to bless Mordecai. And no one had. Yet if the king saw that no one had blessed Mordecai he wondered "What shall I give?" For if the king saw a gift that was worthy of such a man he would ask for simple things. He wouldn't ask for big things. He would ask for simple things. He would ask for things to help others. He would ask for knowledge. He would ask for wisdom. He would ask for understanding.

 Yet if God had a wish it would be that men knew. That they understood who this man was. For as a king he had wealth beyond the measure of all the  world. He had understand. He had wisdom and Wisdom and Great Wisdom. He had wisdom beyond the measure of a man. He had it so deep that it grew. He had it so wise that it prospered. He had it and it was wisdom. Yet this man knew there was WISDOM out there and that it was in God. He knew it in his heart and he knew it in his soul. He knew God had it and he wanted it. Yet he wanted it in increments for after all if it took a trillion years to learn the basic source of knowledge who would teach him love? For God could teach him the basic course but it was his love of life which gave him an idea. Why not teach him how to have life? Why not teach him how to write? Why not teach him how to write movies?

So it seemed such a simple thing but it was and is the most complicated of things. For men were men. And they didn't want life of movies. They wanted God and ever present joy. Yet of all things that brought joy for me in church it was the time or two I could present a slide show. I spent long hours taking pictures and producing things. And I went into things that allowed me to use my voice and to use music and to use pictures both video and still. And I loved it. Yet it wasn't easy. I had a camera man and I was the man on the street interviewing people. And I had fun. Yet it wasn't the day of the Lord to have fun. It was the day of the Lord to bless. And since I was interested in all things that meant God had to find a way of recording.

So tonight in prayer I began to get an idea that maybe there was a prize to this story? What if there was wisdom in the ants? What if the ants went and produced? What if they went into the earth and produced film and show for us so we were trapped in their story? It would be ludicrous but I saw it in a show on video. You tube had a story of ants and it was two ants trapped in sand. There was a rescue attempt for the glass prevented the two ants from getting out of the sand trap. So for the next 20 some minutes the ants went to work to get the two ants out.

 Now I don't like ants much because they get into my honey. And they go after my honey with glee. Yet if the ants are of wisdom then who is there to capture the ants getting stuck in the honey? Why the ants who go back and try to rescue them. And so the story goes on and on until they finally wise up and stop giving their life for the other ants.

 And so if God is God then who gives to him? He is God and He can give to anyone he wises yet He can't figure out why I do things that I do. He can't figure out when I will use h or H in my letters. He can't figure out my cast or my thoughts. And that is a weird thing because God can predict anything. He can figure out anything. So he thinks I am a man who is mad. Not with power but with fun. I go and try to figure out "How often should I write h in my letters where God is He." After all if h is small and H is large shouldn't there be an H everytime you write to God? Only I think of it and ask such questions because in some writings people use he of God. Only I wanted to honor Him or HIM as God. And so when I wrote of Jesus I often used he. Why? I figure he was man on earth and didn't want to be HE until after he rose up. And then if he wanted HE then He could tell me.

Of course He would say "It isn't fair" because he has to figure out if he is man or God. And since I do have some insight into the Holy Spirit I know you must always speak properly of HIM or him or Him. And since I said him it is because the Holy Spirit represented the creature and the creature was the dove and that too was like man.

Now being a man I have a gift called He delighted in things which are wise. And so God is going to have to break it to me He is Jesus and the Holy Spirit. Now I figure when I truly figure this out it will be time over. That means I get to start from scratch. And since I get to start over I can ask "What do you prefer?" Will it be h, H or just a simple hello. Of course then I will have to ask if hello should be capitalized and what would happen if God and Christ really were the Omega and I had to search out the old arc because it was chives. Well, I better stop before I confuse archives with Omega molecule which is what I was thinking. Someone like Seven of Nine said it was perfection and she teared up because she wondered if God might be in that molecule.

Now we know the ants were part of wisdom and if they produced they might have gone deep into the earth exploring every crack and crevasse. And if they got to the Omega molecule would they explore the depth of it? Would they ask God wise things? Is that why God would say to study the ants? Maybe they knew more then us mere humans who searched for a way to end the night in sleep? After all if God did have a sleepless night he would add that God of Gods is a humorous God. And He would care about He and he and Him and HIM in these stories. He would see glory upon glory and grain upon grain and gin upon gin. And gin would be the grin of a man who had a friend to help him write. For that was the gift God gave me. That I would always have a friend. For I was a man who searched for knowledge. I went into weather and started to write climate but I do it slowly. I went into Ozone and tried to write about the hole they say is there only it got long winded. And God didn't have to change anything he just allowed me to write. And so I did. It was the writing on the wall for there are a few who read it and wonder if its real. For if so they think I am a weird man to know.

But what if I were an ant? What if God were a king? What if the Omega Molecule and Seven of Nine were really real? And God had one show He used over and over and over and over and over and over again to figure out how to kill the bad guys? After all if man could figure out how to end the show with victory in less then sixty minutes it must be a vast universe to have so many different people who had a way of ending things. And if they had the show translated they would laugh and laugh and laugh. For it would be as if Star Trek were their show. They would see themselves struggling like Lieutenant Barclay and they would go out and try to be like Lieutenant Yar or Lieutenant Worf. For the fact is Lieutenant is a hard word to write. It means the ant that went to the lie only when he got there everyone called it the loo. And so the Loo Ten Ant was the one who came and said "I am Ta". And so she was the give of time. She saw I was drawn into the circle of time and said "God, give him a sign that we love him."

And so God sent a lie. Not a lying spirit but a lie. Only it was a loo. Only it was a Li. Only it was an evil. Only it was an ant. Only it was ten and ten is the word for Dean. And Dean is the hurricane where I learned it meant chief of ten. And so the story went on that I had to learn of the fe. And the fe was of lix. And that was the hurricane that went after Dean. And so I became a man who was written into time. For God saw men would say it was a coincidence. And so they would write it as fake. And so the Fa Ke is the key to Florida. And so there was a story with an image that might be fake but it said the Sunshine state. And it said the Artic ice is melting this year and it is melting recently as much as the Sunshine state. And it had an image of Florida as a huge lake. And if it was fake they did a good job of showing it just like Florida.

And so there were many things that went on recently that seemed odd. They did because God was with me. He was guiding me. He was leading me. He was showing me. He was revealing me. He was telling me. He was guiding me. He was giving me. For everyone who saw this would say "This is cool" and it would be. That is because I write it for Heaven and heaven. And they see it for the first time. And they hear it as it is written. And they know it is true. For the people of Heaven and heaven have had a joyous laugh. For they saw me write heave. And it was so.

 And so the people of h/H both saw that I was there with them. And that I saw God in my heart and in the words which spoke from the soul of a man. And I cried out "God, help me to write."

I looked up tonight and I saw

and the wind cried out with a voice of Ta

I read the song to the heart

and I read the song that lay the chart

and it guided me to a thought

and I knew that it was God that I sought

and I wrote simple words to the world

from the voice of a quiet herald

To the wind and to the sea

from the gin to the laughing lee

came forth Time to tromp his foot

and lift his soul o'er ancient root

For man had reached the sea

and man had prayed to He

God who wens the way

from tree to end of day

So the chart was finally set

towards lands of fabled net

with holds filled with fruit

and a watchman I call Truth

For who could still the cry

of lad in crowsnest high

"Sir, its land I see 10 degrees to the port"

And the ship turned at the youths report.

And it was the end of day they said

another night at sea abed

while I waited upon sand of shore

with oil lamp and oil more

 And so the day is almost done. I find myself growing sleepy. I think of days yet to come and ways yet to be found. I see the pass moving on and see time passing by. And I think of things that were and will be. And in all things a friend I call Father God. A God who said "I will not leave you nor can I forsake."

I knew He was there. I knew he was on His way. I knew he had left His heart with me. It was His heart which guided me in my stay on earth. It was a world I owned but it was a world I saw. It was earth. A vast mystery. A major world filled with excellence of people. Those who had problems and those who had none. It was a world that guilded time and a world which stripped life which was lost in time. That was the world I sought. Yet I owned this world only in the sense of serenity. And that meant God owned my heart. And that meant God knew I wanted a real answer. So God said "I will give him hope for he gives it to others.

So God said "Be the man you are called to be. Be the man you are called to be with time. Be the man you are meant to be with life. Give Ta the life of love for love of Ta was the covering of the Lord. And that meant God would reveal the location of things soon. He wanted me to see. He wanted me to understand. That not only was I guided but I was lead.

 And so I was lead to God and God guided me. He guided me to sea and to see. And it was on the sea the youth was off in degree of ten. For each degree was the chart. It needed a soul to help them sing. And that was the degree of unity which God was revealing to me. They were on the way but they were singers. And singers were there for when the bridge needed a watch. For the watch was off by ten degrees is a major course change. But if at the end it is entering into the harbor then it is only a small course change to adjust to the presence of lee.

 And so the lee in the tale is real. It is the give of the sea. The sea is the give of time. And Time is the man who is me. I am the man who finds ore in the sea and the saw. The sa is the way of dryness. It is the sea when the sea has vanished. It is the way of the world if God did not intervene. It is the way of life if it were not for those who are to come. It is the way of those who will come with God who will find they were there all the time. People we call Watchers. For they are not people of time but people of life. And they are people who cry out to God "Help us" for they were pure and crying from beneath the throne. They saw life in this way and in this man. And they wanted it. They wanted it so they could be part of the story. They knew God had spoken to him. And he who was man was a small man. And he who was man was also a small thinker. He wanted to be. Not because dreaming big wasn't possible but because of the ant. For if the ant was wise maybe it had a secret. And if it did maybe it was the answer to small worlds. If so they would make great ponies. If you could figure a way it didn't lift you out of the saddle and carry you home for dinner.