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Saturday, January 14, 2012

Canaan Redeemed - Part II

My littlest, newest cousin - now just 6 months old - is named "Cainen".  But his father calls him Cain.  When I first heart it I asked him to spell it.  Immediately I said, well, I'm calling him "Cainen!"  And that was before I'd met him.

Oh, then when I saw the little precious guy I knew right away.  His big baby eyes were already "new-life-bright," but when he looked at me and our eyes locked, his grew even bigger - as if in recognition.  Yep, if it hadn't have happened every time he looked at me I wouldn't have even said it was so.  But indeed, his eyes and face would light up and he would grin with recognition. 

I know baby Cainen recognized the light of the Lord and the Glory of God in me.

And when I saw him the first time, I recognized something in him also and I inadvertently pronounced a prophecy (that I didn't know was a prophecy), over his life and future.

As I grabbed his chunky little baby body into my arms and stared into his beautiful, bright eyes of recognition, I suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, look at you!  You will be the one to bring redemption to Canaan!"

That was 3 weeks ago.  And to be perfectly honest, I had forgotten all about the words of the Lord that I wrote down below until only just today.  And most certainly if I had remembered the word of the Lord regarding President Barak Obama, I definitely did not remember that I'd entitled the blog "The redemption of Canaan!"

But upon reading it today - I write this new post as a part II that is entirely unrelated to the words in the first part.

In the book of Genesis, when Noah's son Ham sees his drunken nakedness and tells his brothers, Noah awakes and curses, not Ham, but his son Canaan.  Noah's grandson's name was Canaan.  And Noah was saying that the people - the descendants born from Canaan would serve his brother's people all their days.  From Canaan came the Amalekites, and Hitites and all the other "ites" that the Hebrews had to purge from Canaan - the promised land - before they became Israelites.

Cainen is of mixed decent - African American and White/Spanish.  And as we all thoroughly know, President Obama is African and White.  While I believe that God's word to me about President Obama is that he will be instrumental in the redemption of Canaan in the nation, land and political/prophetic importance that it has in it's current existence today; little Cainen will grow to be a mighty man of valor, who will lead a generation of spiritual warriors who will bring redemption to the hearts, minds and souls of the people of Canaan as they currently exist today.

Before the Lord returns all peoples and all nations of every tongue under the heavens will have individual and collective opportunities for redemption.

Eve shall be redeemed.  Canaan shall be redeemed.  Egypt shall be redeemed.
Who else will be redeemed? 

Will you?

Power, Love & Peace, ya'll -
~Min. Deidre Campbell-Jones

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Destiny's Journey


Some journeys are well traveled roads. Common, familiar and easy. We cruise along the path oblivious to the process as we habitually turn each corner, climb each hill and break each slope. Only to arrive, blink and wonder how we managed without incident or memory of the trip.

This journey - my journey - is not like that. This journey is one of reluctance, hesitance, unsurity, insecurity and yes, a moderate amount of fear.

As I open the window for you to view my progress, you will undoubtedly come to your own conclusion based upon the progress of your own journey - and your observations will be varied.

Some might say that I am making slow but steady progress toward a clear destination. Others may say that I am floundering and wandering aimlessly down a muddy road with too many directions to choose from.

I say my journey has just begun, although it started more than 10 years ago. I say I still have such a long, long way to go, although I am teetering on the precipice of completion. I say the journey has made me weary, leery and weak, although I trudge on with a strength and endurance that is beyond me. I say the path is muddy, with many obstacles, directions and difficulties still yet to come. However, my destination is clear - crazy, unimaginable, overwhelming and clear.

When this path first appeared it was like a hazy, dirt road on a foggy day. I peered at it without knowing what it was or where it was going - then tried to ignore it as inconsequential. When the path persisted I joked as to where it might lead, then still tried to dismiss it as a path not meant for me.

It was years before the view of the path cleared and I was able to see the destination more clearly. It was absurd to think that the reality of where this path could end up would be in a place far more outlandish than even my most absurd imaginings! OK, maybe - just maybe this path ended up in a very good place - but a place still not meant for me. Definitely not me.

Why not me? Who else but me, since I was the only one to see? Please, Dear God, not me! Yes, me. This path was meant for me.

And so I watched it, argued with it, denied it and tried to imagine a life without pursuing it.

Four - no five, has it already been five? Five years ago I accepted it. I stuck out a big toe like testing the cold water of a pool - then yanked my foot back like I so often would. I wrote about it, dreamed about it, and tried it on for size in the privacy of my dressing room of life. And by the way, I still watched it, argued with it, denied it and tried to imagine a life without pursuing it.

Three - sorry, I forgot - Four years ago I made up my mind. I packed my bags, said good bye to the sanity and sanctuary of friends and family who always had thought they understood me, and I took my first hesitant and frightened step.

In these last four years I have walked, sometimes trotted, but never quite run toward a goal I think is crazy. I have stopped, I have even sat down and I have wistfully looked back to a time when I did not know and could not see what was meant for me.

But I will not stop. I packed my bags (all my baggage), and made up my mind. Armed with nothing but 2 scriptures and a great deal of hope, I continue to trudge on driven by the surity that if - just if - I happen to arrive at this awesome, fearsome destination, it will be extraordinary, phenomenal and inconceivably wonderful. This destination...

A destination, a journey to a place that is called destiny. My destiny. Destiny's purpose in life. My God given purpose.

Sometimes while we travel, we see another driver, glance in that direction and never take note or give them another thought. Perhaps that is how you will see me.

Sometimes we see another traveler and something catches our eye. We may watch a moment, muse a moment or even briefly wonder... Then they continue on their own separate way and thoughts of them fade as quickly as they do. Perhaps that will be how you see me.

Other times we get caught in traffic, bunched up with drivers because of fate. And whether we cruise along peacefully or struggle with road rage, we share a community of progress, each with our own destination. Perhaps that will be how you experience me.

And on rare occasion on our own individual roads of life, we travel a path where we encounter another driver - seemingly traveling to the same basic place. At times they follow us and then we follow them. We may take note of who they are and what they drive - possibly even read a licence plate. We'll share a moment or even a long while - silently and separately together, with maybe a glance, a smile or a brief a wave of acknowledgement. Perhaps that will be how you experience me.

I cannot say how long this path will be for me, so whether you glance and move on - never to take notice; or whether you wonder a moment at who I am and where I'm going; or whether you follow a while, smile and wave or better yet, if you decide to stay for the journey, I invite you to come along for the ride.

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