Yesterday while I was out and about, I came to the realisation that the atmosphere felt angry. Heavy. It was oppressive and unkind, and it seemed to me like creation was reeling from the effects of the atmosphere.
If I could put creation’s response into words, I would say that it was as though creation was leaning back and twisting in on itself in an attempt to protect itself from anger, but instead, it became confused. In the end, all I wanted to do was to stop to my car and go cry with the trees—apologise for confusing and abusing them.
[Sharp left turn]
If the blood of Abel cried out to God from the ground and the ground was forced to drink Abel’s blood because of Cain’s actions, then what must the ground be experiencing across the globe at this time in our history?
We curse one another and speak ill of those we have voted into parliament or office. We spray paint and tag things with words of division. We become drunk on hatred, and speak narratives that involve murder, harm, licentiousness and subjective ‘realities’, and we attack people on our social media accounts simply because they hold to a different narrative to our own.
We violently drill and frack the ground for its resources and watch as it slowly begins to crumble in on itself. Sink holes appear. Landslides occur. The earth’s crust groans.
Water is drained from our Australian rivers by foreign corporations and those who are politically greedy or power-hungry, while the life inside of those rivers dies too. No fish. No platypuses. No bird life—the list goes on.
[Soft turn towards centre]
As a singular global human race, we have actually been governing over creation these past few months without realising it. To govern means that we:
Conduct the policy, actions, and affairs of (a state, organisation, or people) with authority.
Dictionary.com
When God first created the world, He gave us—His sons and daughters—the authority to govern over creation, but we have not really governed over it. We have more often than not ignored, abused, or used it.
Some sons and daughters of God have been governing through Love over these past few months, and in the places where those sons and daughters have governed, creation has begun to reflect that Love. It is peaceful, rested, and communicative. But in other locations, some of us ‘humans being’ have governed out of fear, confusion, and anger, etc., and in those places, creation has begun to mirror our fear, confusion and anger back to us—plagues are a great example of this.
[Hard turn back to centre]
Yesterday was a weird day. Three complete strangers seemed to want to pick a fight with me for no reason other than the fact that they were seemingly feeling “off”. I did nothing and said nothing to warrant their aggression. In fact, one of the incidents began whilst I was merely standing in a location, minding my own business. On the second occasion, I was pulling into a parking space beside four other vacant spaces, and on the third occasion, I simply asked a question about a product. If that was how people were feeling or behaving yesterday, what frequencies must creation have been experiencing?
[Slight right turn]
I was just now messaging a friend about kookaburras and mid-message, I thought: What does the kookaburra actually do? “He heralds,” I thought. “But what does he actually herald? What is he seeing or feeling before he announces that whatever it is that is coming, is coming?”
Sometimes you can hear kookaburras heralding from miles away if the wind carries their laughter just right. Are they heralding that the sky water is coming? Are they heralding in change? And why do they herald with laughter? Why not a siren, or a word, or a liturgical dance?
Hmm… I believe there is a frequency on laughter that collapses heaviness in on itself. I believe that laughter is an “unwitting” weapon in the righteous arsenal God gave us. I believe laughter is a unifying force—a positive trigger for connection, joy and hope. Which makes me think: what can we actually herald in through our laughter? Like, what possibilities exist?
If the joy of the Lord truly is our strength, that must mean that the sound of laughter can also cause us and creation to feel strengthened and unified. We need laughter. We need heralds. We need those sons and daughters who will sit high up and look out across the land from Father God’s perspective and laugh and declare, that He is “…doing something brand new, something unheard of. Even now it sprouts and grows and matures. Don’t you perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and open up flowing streams in the desert. Wild beasts, jackals, and owls will glorify me. For I supply streams of water in the desert and rivers in the wilderness to satisfy the thirst of my people, my chosen ones, SO THAT YOU, whom I have shaped and formed for myself WILL PROCLAIM MY PRAISE” Is. 43:19-21
I say all of this not to judge or scorn or mock, but to take stock. To look and see. To open my eyes and ears to the truth, and from that position, herald my Heavenly Father and proclaim His praise. To herald Jesus, Who is the hope of nations.
I choose to set my affections on things that are going on in the Kingdom of my King, because His Kingdom is the greater reality; because I am a part of a Theocracy built upon Love; and because I choose to herald that what is being done in the Kingdom of Heaven will be done here on earth. And instead of bowing my knee to the prince of the power of the air, I choose to bow my knee and herald my King.
(Enjoy the video below of my mum talking with her three Kookaburra friends!)
Photo by Lynda Hinton on Unsplash
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