We literally met a ‘good shepherd’ several years ago when we made our traditional visit to ‘the land.’
‘The land’ is a quarter acre field my father purchased on Horn Head, Donegal. It has I think one of the most beautiful views in Ireland, but he and we have been prevented from building on it all these years. That is another story, but we do like to visit when we’ve over here and drink in the beauty for a few minutes.
The farm beside the field is owned by a shepherd and when we met him a number of years ago and heard and saw how he handled his sheep, we knew he was a ‘good shepherd’ He took us into the shed to see a new born lamb that had been too weak to feed from his mother. Lying there peacefully on the warm straw under the rays of a heat lamp, Shane, the farmer was giving feeds from a bottle filled with mother’s milk.
In the absence of development, we had given permission for Shane to use our field in the meantime. Last visit I spied a doll’s house in one corner. This time it was a miniature football net revealing the addition of two little ‘human lambs’ to Shane and his wife, that were now the object of his care and attention.
I found Shane’s step mother sunning herself next door. A pleasant, friendly and helpful woman, we’d met on a previous visit, she sported a bandage on her right wrist.
“Carpel tunnel syndrome?’ I ventured.
“Yes” she replied. ‘I had this one done last week. I’m due to have the other done next.”
‘Would you like me to pray for you to be healed?’ I ventured further.
‘O yes please.’ She eagerly responded.
I leaned over the low whitewashed wall placed my hand on her shoulder, and against that backcloth of beauty, released the healing power of ‘the great shepherd’.
Raised on the East coast of Ulster at Gilnahirk, ‘the hill of the horn blower’, each time we would visit Horn Head on the western coast we would take the opportunity to sound the horn the Lord had given us to blow in the song Lord Jesus We Enthrone You, proclaiming Jesus King, and inviting him to come and take his place here as we overlooked the town of Dunfanaghy below.
Back in town, it was time for coffee……good coffee I mean!
Fortunately we knew the spot. It was the most prominent building at the heart of the village, facing onto the town market square. A plaque commemorated it being the location of an incident related to the worst of the British Empire.
A few hundred yards away the old Workhouse now adapted for the tourists.
The ‘famine pot’ outside was another reminder of those ‘bad old days’
The ‘evil empire’ has continued largely hidden as ‘Mystery Babylon’ Now the ‘Mystery’ is being uncovered and ‘Babylon’ exposed, for its time is up! The Luciferian death cult that has usurped the seven mountains of influence (government, media, economy, religion, family, arts and entertainment, education) is soon to be displaced as the ‘sons’ whom God has been preparing rise up to take their place as the true ‘shepherds’ of the sheep, that Isaiah 2: 2 be fulfilled and ‘the mountain of the Lord’ grow to fill the whole earth.
As we entered the shop in the historic heart of the village we found ourselves in easy conversation with Kathy the owner. We quickly knew we were on the same page and she talked about her husband as the one ‘ferreting out’ the truth. As a nurse he had refused the order to be the one to go to Tory island and inject the islanders with the untested experimental gene therapy.
“Sure they had to open a clinic in Letterkenny to help the women who developed menstrual problems post vaccination.” She said. ‘There was no way I was letting my 12 year old daughter get that jab.”
‘Yes, we’ve been ostracized, but we’re still here.” She said with a quiet confidence.
As we pottered through the antiques and collectibles we came across the shepherd’s crook pictured above.
Once again Father was pointing up another hero, this time not an national or international figure such as those mentioned in the last blog, but a ‘local hero’ carrying the shepherd’s heart right at the very heart of this community we had been singing and proclaiming Jesus King over for years.
Father highlighted to me the name Kathy had chosen for the shop, REVIVE, and I realized again, “This is that.’ Something ‘utterly other than we have known heretofore’ where in the heart of the marketplace and government of this community, the heart of ‘the good shepherd’ is being manifested and ‘the mountain of the Lord’ is being established.
I had stumbled across Revival.