THE LION OF ZION PART 6
“I AM SEPARATING THE SHEEP FROM THE GOATS”
June 4, 2004
by Rosie Lovejoy
I saw the sword of the Lord of Hosts. It was a familiar sword, beautiful and deadly, with a jeweled handle and razor sharp edge. Then I heard the words:
“Are you ready to die for me?”
I gasped, and then replied, “Yes, LORD...”
The sword rose and was thrust into my heart by an unseen hand. I saw blood everywhere, and saw my heart ripped open and bleeding. I heard the words:
“You must exchange your blood for MY life giving blood. You must die in order to truly live for ME.”
(I found myself going back over my week mentally. It was filled with real estate events—houses and people and a market that is fueled by fear and greed and desperation. A week filled with craziness and exhaustion, and no time for the LORD. My heart had not focused on HIM all week… I had been eating from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and not from the Tree of Life.)
Then I saw the LION. HE was facing me and looking piercingly into my eyes. I was so happy to see HIM again.
The LION faded away and a large, tiered wedding cake appeared, white and decorated with swirling, gooey, icing. Sitting on top of the wedding cake was a figure of a bride and a groom, very lifeless and ordinary, dancing in a frozen sort of a way.
I heard the words:
“Most of MY people see me as a lifeless bridegroom-just like this figure on the wedding cake. They do not realize that I am living and full of life, and that I require a bride who is also alive and filled with MY life.“
“I am now separating the sheep from the goats. IT HAS BEGUN!”
Then I saw a staff with an invisible hand directing it. It worked quickly, separating the sheep to one side, and the goats to the other side. Then I saw a bride and bridegroom, dancing joyously, and other members of the wedding party dancing joyously. They were clothed in rich, colorful garments. Everyone was exuberantly happy. The bride and groom were leading a joyous procession of dancers and well wishers. Then the bridegroom whistled and all the sheep came running and followed after the bridal party. It was a very colorful scene!
Then I saw the goats, mulling around, butting each other, and taking little nips out of each other’s fur. It was not a pretty sight.
And then I saw fire, red-hot flames, rising and blocking out my vision of the goats.
The fire was replaced by the LION’S head roaring and roaring and roaring…And then the words thundered from HIM…
“LET MY JUDGMENTS ROLL!
IT HAS BEGUN!”
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A few minutes later the LION reappeared. He was striding purposefully down a roadway. Following behind HIM on either side was a procession of flag bearers. The flags were huge (6 feet by 10 feet or so.) They were gold and a gorgeous deep purple. There was a gold flag, then a purple flag, then a gold flag, then a purple flag…The procession went on for miles, as the flag bearers followed the LION. The flags were whipping in the wind.
Then I heard a whistle, and I saw little lambs and sheep answering the whistle. They gathered in between the two rows of flags, and trotted after the LION.
HE led them out of the city and up a winding mountainous path that was wide enough for 3 or 4 sheep to trot abreast, as well as the flag bearers on either side. Every once in a while a sheep would break away, and trot out of place. The LION would turn around and sternly, yet lovingly, look at it, and the wayward sheep or lamb would trot back into place.
The LION climbed higher and higher, and the procession of flag bearers and sheep followed.
Soon they were led to a high mountain meadow, lush and green with wildflowers, mountain water, and perfumed breezes. The sheep gleefully entered the meadow, munched some grass, and laid down full and content.
The flag bearers circled the perimeter of the meadow with their gold and purple flags. The wind was blowing the flags, birds were chirping, and all felt peaceful.
Then the LION re-appeared from His position at the front of the procession. HE silently instructed the flag bearers to watch after His sheep. Then HE turned around and began to purposefully stride down the mountain path. HE looked like a LION with a mission.
Then I heard the words,
“I AM GOING TO WAGE WAR AGAINST MY SHEPARDS WHO ARE WOLVES. THEY WORSHIP THEMSELVES AND WILL NOT BOW THEIR KNEE TO ME.”
The LION began to run as HE headed down the mountain.
