My Journey To Jerusalem The Gospel According To Terrence
I had been wondering if people were getting tired of me talking about Israel, or, at least, my trip there. I think, I actually held back several times, hoping not to bore people with my experiences. But how could you get bored with Jerusalem, or bored with revelations of scripture, coming alive. I always considered myself a good storyteller. Some exaggerations here and there, but not as in a lie, but in stretching the moment to allow the message to kick in.
My goal, this adventure, was not just to communicate the experience, but the fulfillment of prophecy. The reality is
by Terrence G. Clark Chapter Eleven
Home---the Days to Come
that Israel is there, sitting amongst the olive trees. And, I was there. I saw the sites, walk the streets, danced in Jerusalem, saw the rainbow over the Holy City, and prophesied in Tiberius. I had an epiphany in Capernaum, was baptized in Jordan, performed a wedding on the shores of Lake Galilee, sang on the Via Dolorosa, and the list goes on.
Still with all of that, there still hasn’t been yet, for me, that big throne room moment, as related to the trip. Don’t get me wrong, every moment was glorious. I believe I know why. I had already experienced Him living in me. It has been over forty-three years now. As beautiful as the land is, it dulls in the light of Him who made it. After the plane landed, later that day, as pulled into my driveway, I thanked the Lord.
“Thank you for letting me hang out with you in your town (and country).”
I mean that is where He spent His time when He was here on earth---in a body.
I haven’t talked to many of the Chestnut Assembly of God Israel tour family since November thirteen. I’ve talked to Jason on the phone and texted several times. Pastor Belinda and I have communicated via Facebook messages as well. I received pictures and reports from Linda and Rona. I’ve seen several likes from Miss Carol, Jason’s mother and some of the others. We all are planning a get-together, in the near future. I’m thinking, it will be like a family reunion. Perhaps a kairos moment and we all will be translated back to the Garden of Gethsemane for service or Zuni’s for a burger.
Jason and Damaris have been strengthened in their quest and are taking their experiences on the road, so to speak. I was preparing a teaching on the Hebrew word for dance “karar.” While preparing, I opened Facebook and there was a video of Jason dancing a Jewish circle dance with others in the street during Hanukkah.
Going to worship on the sea
"This is my beloved Children who I am well pleased"
Billie and I are committed to staying connected. I haven’t talked to anyone else. The point is everyone went back to their lives after Jerusalem. I imagine Gershon, in front of another group, sharing passionately the history, as if it was for the first time. As many times before, Albert pulling the big bus into tight spaces, opening the doors, followed by another “Let’s Go.”
Rona forwarded her notes and itinerary which was a big help in memory jogging for this journal. My goal was to record each day and event as I went along. I did with camera and video. However, it was Barry Shawl who said at the beginning to let your hearts be your camera. I think I fell suit. The journaling for the magazine did inspire me into deeper research verifying the things we learned on the tour.
About a week in a half, it took me, to get back in sync with Eastern Standard Time. I kept waking up at three in the morning for several days---10 am Jerusalem time. We would have been boarding the bus, climbing a mountain, or descending into a tunnel. It was all good. It moved me to spend an earlier time with the Lord
Preaching at Caesar Theater
Jason Demaris renewing vows on the Galillee -- Terrence officiating
Friendly peers from around the world
It hasn’t stopped, the revelation knowledge continues. God has continued to flow a more precise prophetic word to me. I am still not sure if He has used my pilgrimage as part of this flow. I am sure that it is a part of it---along with the truth that the earth is closer to the Lord return. All in all, I still believe, the time to go to Israel, for me, was accurate. Perhaps a refreshing of the kingdom matrix or an update of my spiritual software.
Quite funny, I thought, I was scheduled at my home church the Sunday after I returned—November 15. My oldest sister--Carolyn, who is one of my intercessors, was upfront, in prayer, before the service began. Seeing me and my wife, in the lobby, through the glass pane of the back door, she left her post. With eyes wide, she headed back to greet us. This ISIS terrorist attack in France had gone down on the day of our return to the states. Thinking that I wasn't scheduled back until Monday, she prayed, “Lord, I know you are taking care of them, but if they need to be back, translate them.” My sister has unlimited faith in God, so seeing me at the door, she thought the miraculous.
I kissed and hugged my wife, when she picked me up at the church, in Vineland, around 8:30 AM, Friday morning. I didn’t see anyone else until later that afternoon. My little granddaughter was happy to see me and well as my other daughters. I downloaded memories that were most fresh, in me, to them as they stood around. I had gifts from the land—like others, in ancient days, who had gone to see Solomon’s wealth and to see the great temple, I had proof of the treasure.
I have only briefly shared the story, hardly at all, in full, with pictures---the whole trip. I have poured out several times to those who really wanted to hear. Every sermon now has some flashback memories or some connect point of the book to place. I believe the Lord moved me to pursue this format. The trip was scheduled as a journalistic tour. I recently preached a sermon on “infallible proofs,” from Acts 1:3. Luke, the physician, who wrote both Acts and Luke talks of the evidence of Jesus Christ.
He began his gospel:
Forasmuch as many have taken in hand to set forth in order a declaration of those things which are most surely believed among us, 2 Even as they delivered them unto us, which from the beginning were eyewitnesses, and ministers of the word; 3 It seemed good to me also, having had perfect understanding of all things from the very first, to write unto thee in order, most excellent Theophilus, 4 That thou mightest know the certainty of those things, wherein thou hast been instructed.
Scholars and historians are not positive about who Theophilus was, But what is known, his name means “Friend of God” or “Beloved One”. It’s sure that Luke’s address, to this man, was a platform to speak, to everyone, who would read his journal, in the days to come. He said, his report was a declaration of those things most surely believed amongst us. He reported then, as an eyewitness, of the experiences and the acts of Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit in the earth. He wrote, so those friends of God may know the certainty of those things believed. Luke said, as an eyewitness, he reports on the infallible proof of Jesus Christ and the history, which he manifested.