Welcome to My Garden (30.6.16)

“The welcome to My garden is as a welcome home.

The welcome to My garden has a protocol of acceptance,

                                             has a protocol of governance,

                                             has a protocol enabling the fulfilment of expectations.

The welcome to My garden has a protocol declared for the guidance of My bride.

The welcome to My garden is much more than as seen within mortality,

                                             introduces a whole new expanse of God opening up to the new senses of man.

The welcome to My garden bestows the walkways and the pathways,

                                                           the rugged and the smooth,

                                                           the glorious and the sublime,

                                                           the high and the low:

                                                                              to the evaluation of each child of God.

The welcome to My garden is one of permanence and longevity,

                                             is one of wisdom and of understanding,

                                             is one of life exposed by God to examination by His bride.

The welcome to My garden has variance and variability,

                                             has records and the reasoning,

                                             has the myths and mayhem from within the tales of man:

                                                                                          within the reality of God.

The welcome to My garden encourages investigations,

                                             encourages the eyes of wonder,

                                             encourages the tongues of thought.

The welcome to My garden encourages the mastery of thought transmission and reception.

The welcome to My garden has ‘catch-up’ schools for those who were taught that
                                                                                           the  tongues of God did not exist,

                                                                                                                            were of no avail,

                                                                                                                            were to be ignored,

                                                                                                                            were not relevant,

                                                                                                                            were a demonic babbling of the day.

The welcome to My garden is not extended to those who instructed that tongues
                                                                                           were a lapsed short term gift,

                                                                           had stopped in the times of the first apostles,

                                                                           were not intended for the end-time of progression—

                                               despite the evidence to the contrary in the lives of My people who knew Me and conversed.

The welcome to My garden is the richest of rich experiences,

                                             displays beauty in all the categories imaginable by man,

                                             sustains beauty in all the musical works available in Heaven,

                                             showcases the artistic endeavours of all the attendees of My garden.

The welcome to My garden can bring emotion to the fore,

                                             can bring tears to the eyes,

                                             can amaze the face when the first glimpse is observed and understanding dawns.

The welcome to My garden appreciates the innocent and the well-behaved,

                                             appreciates the sturdy and well-founded,

                                             appreciates the wise and well-informed.

The welcome to My garden appreciates the enlightened and well-prepared:

                                                                                                  that they may feel at home,

                                                                                                  that they may make comparisons,

                                                                                                  that they may seize the opportunities with which they are surrounded.

The welcome to My garden is there for many cultures,

                                             is enabled to cultivate and blend,

                                             is capable of thought in all the tongues of Heaven,

                                                                                in all the tongues of man,

                                                          where response is instantaneous and accurate in the serving of intent.

The welcome to My garden is not to a set piece in an environment which does not change,

                                                                             in an environment where seasons are unknown,

                                                                             in an environment where snow and ice are absent,

                                                                                               where water is a scarce commodity,

                                                                                               where change is slow and inconspicuous.

The welcome to My garden is to a place which lives,

                                             is to a place where life is real and on-going,

                                             is to a place with interest and endeavour,

                                             is to a place modified by those who live and dwell therein.

The welcome to My garden is to a place where accidents are short-changed by the fuse of God,

                                                                 where feet are not subject to a stumble,

                                                                 where havens are not subject to intrusion bringing noise and levels of activity:

                                                                          seen to be boisterous and approved by the noise-makers and the activists at large.

The welcome to My garden has the sincerity of God,

                                             has the promises of surprises,

                                             has the joy and relaxation endemic to the works of God,

                                             has the love and reflections of happiness abounding in the enchanting layers of discovery:

                                                                                                                 within My garden prepared and readied for My bride.”