When the people saw that Moses delayed to come down from the mountain, the people gathered around Aaron and said to him, ‘Come, make gods for us, who shall go before us' . . .
Sitting, writing, watching our clothes and towels rotate in four washers in the laundromat in Jacksonville, I'm meditating on the Old Testament lesson in The Daily Office this morning. It spoke to me.
April dreamed of a woman (Holy Spirit) passing to a world famous prophet a box with five things written on a single piece of paper to then pass to me through a car window is what connects me to this lesson. It connects, as well, to a word I received from a person who prayed for me at Bethel Atlanta a couple years ago - five downloads coming to me.
The Hebrew children believed Moses wasn't coming back from the mountain. They coerced Aaron to make them an idol, a golden calf for them to worship. They couldn't wait anymore. They needed to get on with their spiritual focus and to be like every other nation, to worship an idol, a visible deity that didn't frighten them. They couldn't wait anymore.
We've been waiting for years. We actually believe we've been transitioning from a denominational mindset to our destiny in a fresh anointing for a new day promised. Alleluia. We've waited for Jesus to step through the battle and unlock the door we're meant to walk through.
We've waited, and, being grasped by the shoulders in worship one Saturday evening, Jesus came and turned us to face north from where we came, and where our calling directs us.
We've waited, and Jesus came again in our spirits. April could see him walking on a path with a sword set on his right shoulder as he strolled nonchalantly. She then felt a tap on her shoulder during worship and turned expecting to see him. That same evening she believed she heard a voice tell her the waiting is over. We've waited. Now, its over.
God's wrote the ten words on both sides of the tablets. Moses is the the one who brought them down. He was the one meant to accomplish the task. If they waited patiently and didn't rebel through idolatry, things might have turned differently.
In February, the single word impression, baptism, came to me during worship. I believed a fresh baptism awaited us upon entering the new day of anointing and purpose in ministry.
Upon reading of Jesus' baptism in Matthew several days ago, I felt the impression again. This was our baptism. When Jesus told John he should be baptized to fulfill all righteousness, in attending and worshiping the tree churches we have since leaving Albertville, we've fulfilled what was right, as well. Its what were supposed to have done. To mark our time here, we worshiped, contributed to and prayed for the three congregations. The time has now come to move on just like it was for Jesus to begin his earthly ministry with baptism, and the Holy Spirit descending upon him.
We waited through worshiping God and loving God's people in three separate settings over four years. We waited without surrendering and consequently diverting spiritual passions to worship an idol, to abandon a calling. No, we waited because God is faithful.
I believe, with the waiting being over, this lesson tells me the words from God, from Holy Spirit like April's dream, are due at any time. God wrote them in Exodus in a medium to be read, cherished and followed. The waiting is over. The calling is about to be manifested. The words are due to be delivered from the hands of God. So much is at hand right now.
The other laundromat I've frequented has grown so dilapidated. Many of the washers and dryers are broken down. The atmosphere is one of hopelessness and failure. Its quite convenient for me, but there's no attraction. I know they miss our quarters. I don't know if I'll ever return there since patronizing a much newer and pleasant laundromat. Waiting for a better option is no longer necessary.