“Today, not only do we blow a shofar in ancient memory of our ancestors and out of obedience to the Scriptures, we do so as a prophetic awakening of that time in the future when we will all hear the great Trumpet of God calling His Bride to “Come up here!”—The penetrating sound that awakens the soul to all that awaits the true Believer.
In the meantime, each of us is the real shofar of this world. From the tight and constrained places within us, we each make a sound in the earth realm. We each take the wind within us and form a frequency that goes into the nations. The question is whether or not that “wind” is the Ruach Hakodesh, the Holy Spirit, or our own destructive wind that blows to and fro causing devastation everywhere it goes.
We as children of the Most High and servants of King Yeshua are called to be pure shofars who only allow the pure wind of Yahweh to flow through our vessels. A new shofar is filled with flesh and smells terrible until the flesh is completely cleaned out. In the same way, the Father removes our flesh so we can be a fresh new sound that will awaken people to His glorious message instead of repelling them. The frequency of the trumpet is everything, my friends. And that frequency is love. Without love, we are clanging symbols—a deafening trumpet sound that forces everyone around us to cover their ears.”
It has been one year since the Father began to open our eyes to His truth. It was actually Jim Staley’s video, “Truth or Tradition” that sort of started it all for me personally. It was right around Christmastime (as seems to be the case with a lot of people), and, in good ol’ Hebrew Roots fashion, Jereme and I immediately began screaming “everything’s pagan!” to everyone we knew.
The Father quenched that wildfire pretty quickly, and I’m thankful that He did … Still, we have chosen to no longer celebrate Christmas and Easter for other reasons that I’ll talk about in another post, perhaps. Today, our family celebrated our first Yom Teruah, or Day of Trumpets, with our fellowship. I thought Mr. Staley did a beautiful job of capturing the meaning of this holy day, so I posted his statement above.
I have been guilty of sounding like a clanging symbol before. (Actually, we bought our first shofar this week, and the first few blows sounded less like a horn and more like the screech of a dying animal.) The whole “everything’s pagan!” episode came to mind first, but there have been other incidents as well, which is part of why I chose to stay quiet for so long.
However, for the past 32 days, I’ve been praying that the Father would purify my vessel, so as to only allow Him and His truth to flow through it. As this 40-day season approaches its end, I invite you to join me in prayer. Let’s rejoice together as we return to Him!
Father, remove our flesh so we can be a fresh new sound that will awaken people to Your glorious message. Amen.
This post is day 33 in my 40 Days of Repentance series. Click here to read day 32.