Prophecy

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Born a golden eagle, the king of the skies, but now a crippled, in captivity, a pitiful sight who had lost all sense of direction and who he was. Now 31 but named Methuselah (too old? past sell-by date? fit only for the hospice?). He was given up to die. The ‘doctors’ had examined him and came to a conclusion that he had just a few months to live. He had been dealt a devastating knockout blow in the ring and the count down was now on.

But some people, Faithful and True, disagreed vehemently with this verdict and death sentence on Methuselah. Moved by the Holy Spirit, they went alongside him to help him up. They knew he had been hard done by, cheated even violated, and that was not right. They dreamed his dream, felt his anguish, thought of the eagle being where he should be- soaring in the skies.
Yes, Methuselah, suddenly, from no where, had dream mates who would sacrifice all, spend and be spent as his dream became their dream, their life’s ambition.
As they began their rehabilitation programme to introduce Methuselah back into the wild, they met with various obstacles. There were protesters who feared they would be deprived of the opportunity once in a while to have a glimpse of a magnificent bird from time to time, even though he was miserable, pitiful, and a sorry sight dwarfed, a mockery of his glory- splendour –and- power days. Others reined in legal technicalities on them; that they had to have the council’s permission and must be trained to help the eagle back into the wild. But faithful and True were undaunted and met every challenge head on until they were granted permission to continue their rescue mission.
They started nursing Methuselah, cleaning, feeding and applying medicine to his wounds, even encouraging him: You don’t belong here. Your place is in the skies. We apologise on behalf of us (humans), for your captivity. But it shall soon come to an end.”

It was seemingly hopeless as they came face to face with the reality with the toll these years of neglect, abuse incarceration and emasculation have taken. Methuselah was sorrowful, smelly, bedraggled, battered with claws and beak that were blunt from inaction. His feathers were loose, thread-bare.

But Faithful and True saw beyond the seen.

And as they persevered they ignited a spark of hope in Methuselah. He who had resigned himself to fate began to dream again. In the process of rehabilitation some severed ‘wires’ within him were reconnected and there was a spark; the spark rekindled the gene responsible for soaring , prowess, confidence, deep , deep within him. Some how the eagle ‘came to himself.’ like the prodigal son. Revelation dawned! ‘I don’t belong here’, he said to himself, when he saw other eagles soaring up and swooping down for fresh meat. I deserve better. I was not born a chicken destined for the barn-yard. I was born an eagle destined for the skies. His ‘eyes’ were opened for the first time in a long while. and his dream given a kiss of life. Destiny beckoned as he tried to fly many times but fell miserably and helplessly back down in a heap
. Faithful and True did not give up on him. They kept encouraging Him: “You can make it, Meth. You can make it. You may have been called Methuselah, but you’re not too old. Look up and see your compatriots; you can do what they do. Your coat shall regain its lustre and power; your strength shall be renewed like other eagles. Get up and try again!”

Methuselah tried again.
And guess what? He was gone with the wind and in the wind.
Faithful and True were so delighted, and thrilled that they cried tears of joyful bewilderment.
But suddenly he swooped down again and their hearts nearly sank, but it was as if to say, “Goodbye and thank you.”

He soared up again for good Methuselah was gone.

“And so you have been held captive- a hostage- lost all your sense of direction, going aimless in the desert of life, stripped of your coat of many colours, dumped into the pit of life sold by strangers or your brothers and you languish in a strange land; you feel like a fish out of the water abandoned on a dry land. You roam like the ancient mariner, experiencing “Water, water ever where but there is none to drink.”
Your person purpose and power have all gone like a smoke in the air. Your balloon had been puffed, bubble burst. You have been so crippled by circumstances and they seem to have ganged up against you, daily mocking you like Goliath did Israel: “Where is this God of yours. Come out and face me!”
Others sneer, “If you are a child of God, fly let alone soar.”
“He believes in God. Let us see how God will deliver him”.
“We got him! We got him!!” they taunt and chant.
They did the same to Jesus but see what happened three days later.


You have sometimes bought their lies tempted to agree with them and each time you did, it is another slip down the valley of he shadow of death; just what they wanted. And so you go from stagnation to retrogression. You are now a far cry from your dream, your preordained glory; your dominion. It is as if all hope is lost and you wonder, “Is there any hope for me in God. Has God forgotten me for ever?”
But against all hope you will believe in hope, like Abraham. You will ‘call those things which be not as though they were’. You will have no regard to your feelings and the things you see but walk in faith as you have faith in your God. God will make a way where there seems to be no way. God will send help, like Faithful and True, the nannies of Methuselah.

While in the pit, God raised a voice of reason for Joseph and he was brought out. God will raise such voice and ally for you. They may strip you of your coat and make you a scapegoat but the anointing is not in your coat but in YOU and it shall rise up to break every yoke of bondage and lift every burden. You will be anointed with fresh oil that will make your feet like the deer’s to tread on high places. Yes, your youth shall be renewed like the eagle’s and you shall mount up to surmount any mountain that stands in your way of progress. The word of the Lord shall not return to Him empty but will accomplish that which He pleases. At the Name of Jesus every knee shall bow, of things in heaven, of things on earth, and of things underneath the earth. Very diabolical fowl spirit that holds you bound shall give you up, because, whom the Son sets free is free indeed. “Loose him and let him go!” Christ has redeemed him from the curse of the law so that the blessings of Abraham might rest on him.

NO! In all these things we are more than conquerors!
They have called you Methuselah- aged, past your sell-by date, but I will breathe a new life into you and you will live super-abundantly to My glory. True, your body agreed with the false name they gave to you and you started taking baby –steps, hobbling, shuffling, learning to walk again, but this is coming to an end as I give you a glimpse of My glory- that which eye has not seen ear has not heard and the mind can hardly comprehend. Very valley shall be raised and very mountain shall be made a low plain. Every crooked path shall be made straight and every rough place shall be made smooth. Resurrection is on the horizon, like the day of the valley of dry bones, like the day of Lazarus. Jesus will demonstrate super-abundantly that He remains the same yesterday to day and forever and that He is the Resurrection and the Life, and he who believes in Him though he were dead yet shall he live again. Your sun will shine again. God will smile on you like he did Hannah. God will remember you like He did Noah and Abraham and David. God will fight for you like He did Jehosephat. You will not be clothed with shame. The battle ground shall be a haven for you to collect booties and a harvest more than you can handle.

You shall pursue, you shall overtake and you shall recover ALL! Stand still and see the salvation of the Lord! Greater is He in you than he who is in the world. Remember! “In the world you will have tribulation but be of good cheer for. I have over come the world Whoever is born of God, overcomes this world; and this is the victory that overcomes this world, even your faith. Yea, though you may walk through the valley of the shadow of death, fear no evil. God, the Holy Spirit and His word will comfort you and sustain you. His angels are round about you, given charge to take care of you. Weeping may endure for the night but joy unspeakable and full of glory is on the horizon. If God is for you who can be against you? God is working behind the scenes. Your opposition will change your playing field, lift you up to your fore-ordained position and trigger your promotion, like Joseph of old.

Your strength is dissipated and your walls, defences, like Jerusalem, may have crumbled, dilapidated and fallen down; in great, great ruin. But God will raise a Nehemiah within you to have a compassion and passion for God’s glory, a passion for rebuilding the walls written off. This heap of ruin shall be raised again into a magnificent edifice to the fame and name of the Most High God. The Counsel of God shall stand! This ruin is coming back up as a colossus- a testament to the greatness, faithfulness, and loving-kindness of God. God will turn your misery into your ministry. Your greatest victories and strength shall come from your greatest failures and weakness. Where you have been tried the most shall be the launch-pad for your greatest triumph. God will raise you up from the dunghill and set you among princes. He will give you men and women after his own heart, with a heart for that vision that came from his heart to your heart. And does that vision now delay as it were? Wait for it. Hold on to it. Pray it back to Him. At the appointed time, it shall not delay a single day. Every obstacle shall be bulldozed, blown apart to smithereens. The stone shall be rolled away like the tomb of Jesus and of Lazarus. And the dead man shall come alive!
Therefore regardless of what you see, keep your focus on Jesus, the Author and Finisher of your faith. They may want to stone you like they did David, but it’s time to encourage yourself in the Lord and the Ziklag victory shall be replayed. Pharaoh may have gathered his army, and in fury, pursuing menacingly, his eyes breathing fire and brimstone, and the Red sea staring you in the face, yet, be still and know that the Lord He is God.

The Way Maker will make a way.

So, say to yourself, like John Wilkinson, the England Rugby talisman, (recently sidelined for a poor performance) “the fire is still there…I will not stop. Mike Cat played some of his bestrugby after the age of 30 because the shackles were off".

Your shackles are off!

Methuselah! 31 or over, you are not spent.

Golden eagle! You too shall soar again!

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