What Man Is This?

The Dream Of Pontius Pilate’s Wife

LORRAINE V. MURRAY, Commentary

Published: April 29, 2010

“And while he was sitting on the judgment seat, his wife sent word to him, ‘Have nothing to do with that righteous man, for I have suffered much over him today in a dream.’” (Mt 27:19)

I struggled all night to break free of that terrible dream. I could see the ravaged prisoner shivering there, tears mingling with blood on his face. I saw my husband nervously questioning him. I witnessed the frenzied, screaming crowd clamoring for blood. My husband had sent other men to death, of course, but something about this man was different, and I could tell my husband was afraid to sentence him.

But the crowd was on the verge of rioting. And so, in my dream, my husband tried to placate them by offering to free one prisoner—either the one called Jesus or another man, a savage murderer. I could tell my husband expected them to choose Jesus, but who could have imagined they would prefer a vicious killer instead?

In my dream, I watched, horrified, as my husband asked the people what to do with Jesus—and those terrible words exploded: “Crucify him!” Then Jesus suddenly looked at me, and I will never forget the expression in his eyes. I expected to see anger and bitterness, but there was something very different there.

I tried to wake myself up then, but the dream held me fast. And there I was, among a group of people weeping bitterly beneath a cross, and when I looked up, I saw with horror the man who was dying there. The sky turned bruised and purple, and the earth convulsed—and I thought the end of the world had come.

I ran as fast as I could back home, where I found my husband lying on the bedroom floor. I have never before seen such an expression of anguish in his eyes. He was no longer strong and self-assured. He was completely broken.

“Oh, God, what have I done?” he shouted. “Who did I put to death?”

I woke up then, my heart racing. I called out for my husband, but he had already left the house. I dressed quickly and ran down the road with only one thought: to warn him about my dream.

The crowd was huge and turning violent, and I couldn’t get through, so I found a soldier and wrote down a message for my husband. “It’s urgent,” I told the soldier. But to my great sorrow, my husband didn’t heed my warning that Jesus was a righteous man, and he should have nothing to do with him. And in the end, I watched in silent horror as the terrible events in my dream unfolded, one by one—and Jesus died on the cross.

Three days later, I found my husband sitting silently. “They say Jesus has come back to life,” he said with a stricken look on his face. “Dear God, what have I done?” And then he turned to me and asked, “Can God ever forgive me?”

I told my husband what I still believe is true, with all my heart. The man who went to that terrible death truly was the Son of God. But that man would forgive my husband. I know this for certain because of my dream. You see, I had looked into Jesus’ eyes. And all I saw there was mercy.

Ash Wednesday

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  Sylvia Caffery
  Hi again, Sorry I had to go fast because Snow Bell was whining to go out, and other things I had to check on. But I seek for your deliverance in every way for your complete peace in God, the only true peace.
  
  And when you are "stalwart" on the Word for yourself, then the other things cannot get in. Uncompromising on the Word, then all the compromises are rejected in your mind, and they go away in the name of Jesus Christ. So God works on your behalf with His Word in your mind. That way you continue to do good works regardless of people because you can never depend on people outside of the Word in people; the degree to which the Word lives with people.
  
  Now we know that Mom and Dad practiced a lot of the Word automatically with us, expecting high standards for us, the way they were raised in the Word. I know that I didn't know the full extent of the Word until I was over 30 years old, so I could not honor thy father and mother until after that. But ever since I understood the Word, I have engrained these commands and truths in my mind, so no matter what people do or what they are like, I decide to do the Word. That's my stand, and when I do, then God works in, around, through, toward, and every way to bring Godly results to my efforts.
  
   And I know that is what you are involved in also; renewing your mind to do service to God by obeying his Word. You are receiving rewards, and there are more rewards to come for every time you obey God's Word and in remaining stalwart on the Word, you are rejecting those other ways that are not His will. Uncompromising in the Word you lay claim to your own rewards now and future. So the other stuff that tries to interfere with that must fall away, leaving you free to serve and glorify God, the only real way to prosper in this life and the one to come. God ensured success when He gave commands like this, so that no matter what happens in life with people who you can never depend on, you will succeed with Him by standing unfalteringly on His Word. 
  
  Just to remind you since you face demons as you work to obey God because I have had and do have the same types of demons in my face, too, because they want us to get off the Word in our minds, so then we can't claim our rewards, but then I remember God's promises, commands, and rewards, and I get my mind back on track and get peace from knowing I am not stuck with anything ungodly, but I have access every second to God and all of His might. 
  
  And He has already won the victory on our behalf.   We claim it; it is ours.

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    Sylvia Caffery Dave move to F.A.S.T. if possible. It's the Word you know they hate it here.

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I am reminded that my head is not connected to my heart, therefore if I try to decode what is happening, I will fall short.

So I must put on the armor of god, and wait for the tempest to come.

10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people. (Eph 6: 10-18)



Posted by MooPig_Wisdom to - FAST -<br>Faithful<br>and<br>Steadfast<br>to God at December 24, 2012 12:49 PM

Back to Square One/Moving to Square Three?

When your primary refers you to a specialist for an opinion, what is your expectation or anticipation?  New insight into symptoms, innovative treatment for ailments, latest therapy techniques for recovery? 

Testing to move forward in diagnosis and treatment sounds reasonable and logical.  Although you just got a $396 bill for the consultation that insurance approved as covered with your co-pay.  Just to check you call the central billing number, and go through twelve prompts to get to a rep.  They ask you everything including, what did you order from McDonald's drive thru on the 30th?  Uh, side salad?   Gzzzzzxxxzzzzzzzzzzxxxxzzz!!  Not true!  "OK, McDouble and large Coke...the dollar menu."  WE KNEW THAT!    OK, why did I get this bill.  Let me check.  Oh, we just send out bills.  Why?  We just do; can I be of any other assistance today?  Well, why...bill?  Thank you for calling; you'll get another bill next month.  Bye, have a nice day and a wonderful Holiday....you dummmmmm... fool, hahahahahah!", after she clicks off and on to the next customer service contact.

Signing in to the next appointment for testing, don't mention the bill cause don't want any medical staff getting p.....ed off at you.  Now you're in the flourescent-light blinding room, chest naked, gown open to the front...this will be cold, at which time you're twisted into contorted positions even "The Jerk" couldn't accomplish on two feet, but you're  sideways on a flat vinyl table with jelly on your chest and sonogram mouse taking pictures of ventrica, arteries, chambers, and valves, at the same time a pulsimeter measures the ba bum, ba bum, ba bum, ba bum.  Oh good, I have one.

Taping the gown shut with scotch tape, there are no ties at the top, you're told, doctor will be right in.  Next test requires an IV which he has to set up.  Your doctor left to go to the hospital, but we'll find another one.  Later, in the aftermath, your doctor sticks his head through the door, "Doing all right?"  Before you can answer, he shuts the door and moves on.  Clearly there has been no 45 minute hospital visit, but Ramadan shopping; everyone gets into the reason for the season...shopping and shipping, him to Mom in suburban Calcutta.

While he was out, the other doctor, stating that he doesn't know my "history" starts the IV.  I am not looking when he shouts, "Bleeding...it's bleeding!"  At which time I look down to see red spurting from the vein that  he found.  Over the next 30 seconds I'm reeling as continuing to glance at the problem arm area where red keeps flowing freely down my arm, on the table, to the floor, flowing and dripping.  At which time he tells me he hasn't done this for 20 years.  I begin to get light-headed and start to faint, murmuring...I can't do this, can't do this.  With fight or flight setting in I would run if I could stand up.  He keeps ordering the two nurses to clean up the blood as it continues to run while I am wondering when or if he plans to stop it; I wanted to apply direct pressure myself, but there was a needle in the vein.  After a few minutes, the three of them confirmed that the IV was ready, and I would have the test.  I tried to get out of it, thinking if this doctor didn't know how to stop bleeding from the IV, how could he administer the IV drug and conduct the test without killing me.  At their mercy, I laid back slightly convulsing and they started the drip.  Now move, they said, there it goes.  Heart starts audibly pumping on the computer; now more; heart is pounding...babum, babum, babum, babum, babum.  Now more; one's taking pictures of my heart with the sonogram while another is amping up the drug.  Up to 91; got to get up to 132.  Oh no, they're not.  Okay now the heart is racing, whole body is shaking, bbbm  bbbm  bbbm  bbbm bbbm bbbm bbbm bbbm bbbm, no time in between for the vowels.  It's at 124, keep going.  At which time I determined, "No!  That's it, my extremities are numb, you have to stop at 124; that's good enough."  After more of their insistence, I declined the optimal rate; they allowed the speed to slow down, and continued to take pictures.  It's over; it's over; I'm freezing; get dressed and stumble to the door. "Wait, let me take out the IV needle; oh, it's still bleeding; must be your medication." 

What medication, I thought, Vitamin D and neosporin on my finger cut; yeah, that must be it.   Don't say anything; you don't want to get any of these p...ed off at you.  They could really nail you on the bill next time.  You're outta there.

That was  Square Two; not gonna be any moving on to Square Three.