The Whisper in The Garden
In the garden, I first heard the great whisper. Terrified, I dragged my leashed dog behind me,
to find an evangelist who could explain this marvel. This great whisper, is breathed into the heart
of all created, yet unheard by many. His whisper dwells in the words of ancient scriptures.
Jehovah’s voice, primary source, divides both truth and fact. This great whisper creates man in
the image of Father, Son, Holy Spirit infinitely. The garden is where man first chose to adhere to
another’s voice. Unexpectedly, all creation began to groan and travail together until the
redemption of the body of Christ and the regeneration of the whole earth. I hear His whisper in
the garden, praying through sweat drops of blood, until the whisper becomes evident in my ear,
to echo throughout all creation. Oh great whispers, release a communication that was retarded at
man’s fall, restored in the garden on the bloody cross of our eternal king, and reiterated by His
proclamation “he who has an ear let him hear”1
I pull my head from the sand, in a conscious state I find the Entertainment Industrialists in
diligent toil to deafen mankind from God’s great whisper. Their effort is to suffocate the world
toward an artificial respiration of the dark Prince, known of the power of the air. I believe I must
amplify this whisper to those spellbound, who aimlessly consume television. I must share the
whisper of dreams and visions to unlock the gate which divides sleep from cognizant hours. My
key is my personal, journals which contain treasures, God’s whispers. He speaks night and day,
He never sleeps nor slumbers.
1The King James version of the Holy Bible – Matthew 11:15, Revelation 1:7, 11 29, 2:6,
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I believe that others hear His whispers which become pieces of an intricate puzzle framed by
hands mightier than ours!
This great whisper lives within the praises of His people. The wind He rides upon is the
reverberation of praise. Praise, the evaporative, continual voice which rises heavenward. Praise
becomes majestic clouds of great glory. May my ears be refined to hear Him call His own for the
redemption of the body and the regeneration of the whole earth? Here He creates the final
I, the church, am overdue for harmony in the body of Christ. Oh, may I hear what I speak from
this earthly sphere of His heavenly realm. May I transpose from a diminutive whimper into an
exuberant shout for joy, all of which stems from my compliance to the king’s whisper which
calls “come up here; come up now, come my beloved into the wedding chamber of all eternity,
my voice is soft to my bride, my princess, my ecclessia, come to my banquet table, for my banner
over you is love.”
Just beyond the stone path lies a garden, laden with dew, gently breezed by His whisper.
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