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Parable 43


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43. Pharisee and Tax Collector

Luke 18:9-14

Yeshua continues circumnavigating the Galilee and Samaria one last time before his final “going up” to the Feast of Passover.

Luke 18:9 Yeshua spoke another parable to those who trusted in their own self righteousness, while despising others: 10 Two men went up to the Temple to pray; the one a Parush, and the other a publican. 11 The Parush stood and prayed to himself like this: ‘I thank you, YeHoVah that I am not like other men who are extortionists, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican. 12 I fast twice in the week, and I give tithes of all that I possess.’ 13 But the publican, standing afar off, would not so much as lift up his eyes to heaven, but struck his chest with his fist, crying, ‘YeHoVah be merciful to me a sinner!’ 14 I tell you, this man went to his house justified rather than the Parush: for every one that exalts himself shall be abased; and he that humbles himself shall be exalted.

Excerpt From: Michael John Rood. “The Chronological Gospels.” iBooks. https://itun.es/us/SWrxQ.l


The mystery of the words are hidden within the numbers that flow like a river from a place that is unseen, unheard and unimagined.  The rhythmic flow carries but the remnant as a leaf that finds the sea.



Who are we that have eyes opened wide? Are we to be raised up to rule and rein along our Jewish Messiah’s side?  Are we to heal the sick then rejoice with pride?  Let our servants heart rejoices with continual praise as a fountain inside,  to do ones duty, kill the flesh where all pride resides.  

Let us walk in humility, with cloven tongues of fire.  Let our measure of Authority stand along side a rod. May that rod be found as a temples width, abundance of humility deep inside.  Let us serve as one stands firm likened to bronze, with a cord of fine linen, rod in hand standing at the gateway to declare to the House of Israel all that we see and all that must be done.

Let us humbly kneel seeing the sparkle of the topaz beneath the rushing stream.  Let us beat our chest with the power of forgiveness, let us raise our faces like lightning that sets our eyes a blaze, let our arms  raise the torch to gleam so the the voices of the multitude will begin to fall as the rain.

They asked “Where are you going?”  As thunder before the rain was heard, “To measure Jerusalem, to find out how wide and how long it is.”   Let the rain come forth on the rod of gold as we measure the city during this time.  May we find its gates with pearls and its walls with gems all anointed with new wine.



Thank You Mighty YeHoVah for the revelation hidden in the rain.

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