Jesus took me off the main street and into a dingy dark ally way that seemed to wind forever, it was very narrow and the buildings around it seemed to hem me in almost like they were ready to swallow me up at will. We came to a dimly lit building with very small windows, from a small distance it looked dead with no sign of life from inside it that said to me 'do not enter'. A board swung over the entrance which creeked in the wind and I knew without doubt we were heading into an old fashioned English pub whether I wanted to or not.
Inside was a badly lit room, there was several dozen people whom made the room look so empty because it could contain so many more people. There was line after line of old wooden table with footstools lined up like a canteen. To the right there was a small bar with a middle aged guy standing behind serving drinks.
As we came to the bar it was much more lively than I had anticipated from seeing through the windows, resembling more of an undertakers then, yet it was also much quieter than any other pub I'd known and had a strange duality about it.
Jesus asked me what I wanted to drink, looking around trying to take it all in I said nothing not knowing what to respond. Before I could my order was made for and taking two tankards from the bar we made our way to an empty table and sat down. Still wondering where it was I was exactly I blindly followed and sat opposite. Welcome to the School of the Prophets he chiefly exclaimed leaving me rather stunned.
This is where the lost and the lonely come, whose who want to be found and those who don't. I looked around the various people; drunkyards, prostitutes, those who looked full of the joys of spring (and a good deal of alcholol) and those who looked like they wanted to hang themselves and apparently those with them by the look of some.
'Salt of the earth' he explained 'can you believe that when I was alive the people thought it right to try to make God King! Can you believe the arrogance of it all. If I had come to this place or any other place like it this would have been the place I would have come to more often than anything else. I looked at Jesus with a puzzled look having just been to what I considered a far better place. The best thing about this place is it doesn't matter who I am or who I want to be I can just be me. Even in the Swordmakers there are those who would still try to make me King, here at worst there is no-one like that here and at best their are those who know me as King.
They want me for me.
This is the school of the prophets as it is the place of the lonely and rejected, even today in your own towns and cities you can always find the lonely and rejected in the local tavern. I looked around and understood exactly what he meant.
I looked around, taking it all in and was now embracing this place,
I could now see far from being the scum of the earth, as I had initially thought them to be, it was full of people who knew their own condition, knew there was something more and were seeking it. I now saw this room wasn't full of the worst sinners it was full of those seeking the glory of god. Jesus continued...
The worse of men is when they embrace their sin, the best is when they embrace the fact that they are sinners and only then can they see the glory and beauty of God.
I was reminded of an old song that ended... I'll get to heaven... through the sinners door!
I thought when I entered this place it certainly was the sinners door by the look of those that came here, now I realised if there was a place that closely resembled heaven this was it.
I then realised everyone here was in a pair. There were sinners paired with people who wore dark brown cloaks that reminded me of Jedi Knights from Star Wars. They spoke and the sinners attentively hung on every word they said.
Jesus then spoke again...
This is indeed the school of the great prophets. You are here to know me as the Great Prophet. He continued...
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.
I am longing to gather my people here to this place....they come easily to the Teachers but they resist the Prophets. This is indeed is a place of fear in this town, it's a place where a mothers greatest fear is that their daughters will end up here and farthers command their sons not to go to. Your generation is just the same, you too like these in this town stone those who are sent to you given half a chance. That is why the Prophets reside hear in the backsteets of this town because they are not welcome in the main street.
I then noticed that around Jesus a crowd gathered listening to every word he was saying and hanging on it, they left their tables picking up their drinks and found as good a spot as they could so that they could hear clearly. I imagined this is what it would have been like when Jesus was preaching and the crowds followed . I saw as some were changed as they listened becoming more and more like Him.
Only here do they know me as the great Prophet. Soon this will change and this is one of the reasons that this place will be destroyed so that my people will regard my prophets in the same honour I regard them.
We both sat enjoying the warmth of the company around us and Jesus began engaging individuals and as He talked to them, explaining things the noise level grew as many responded to what he had to say to them and there was a great feeling of animation as many began to glow and what they were hearing and seeing.
The time came for us to eventually leave as if it were last orders. We made our way back along the windy back street as we came back to the main street there was a young lad hiding in the shadows. I could see he was spying the ally way simply because he knew that's what he shouldn't do. A startled expression came on his face like he wasn't actually wanting to meet anyone coming out of this place. He paused not knowing what to do and then quickly sped of. We entered into the main street, it was dark though the dim lamps above us in the street lit some way Jesus leading looked back at me with a told you so sort of look.
The Battlefield - The Castle
Inside was a badly lit room, there was several dozen people whom made the room look so empty because it could contain so many more people. There was line after line of old wooden table with footstools lined up like a canteen. To the right there was a small bar with a middle aged guy standing behind serving drinks.
As we came to the bar it was much more lively than I had anticipated from seeing through the windows, resembling more of an undertakers then, yet it was also much quieter than any other pub I'd known and had a strange duality about it.
Jesus asked me what I wanted to drink, looking around trying to take it all in I said nothing not knowing what to respond. Before I could my order was made for and taking two tankards from the bar we made our way to an empty table and sat down. Still wondering where it was I was exactly I blindly followed and sat opposite. Welcome to the School of the Prophets he chiefly exclaimed leaving me rather stunned.
This is where the lost and the lonely come, whose who want to be found and those who don't. I looked around the various people; drunkyards, prostitutes, those who looked full of the joys of spring (and a good deal of alcholol) and those who looked like they wanted to hang themselves and apparently those with them by the look of some.
'Salt of the earth' he explained 'can you believe that when I was alive the people thought it right to try to make God King! Can you believe the arrogance of it all. If I had come to this place or any other place like it this would have been the place I would have come to more often than anything else. I looked at Jesus with a puzzled look having just been to what I considered a far better place. The best thing about this place is it doesn't matter who I am or who I want to be I can just be me. Even in the Swordmakers there are those who would still try to make me King, here at worst there is no-one like that here and at best their are those who know me as King.
They want me for me.
This is the school of the prophets as it is the place of the lonely and rejected, even today in your own towns and cities you can always find the lonely and rejected in the local tavern. I looked around and understood exactly what he meant.
I looked around, taking it all in and was now embracing this place,
I could now see far from being the scum of the earth, as I had initially thought them to be, it was full of people who knew their own condition, knew there was something more and were seeking it. I now saw this room wasn't full of the worst sinners it was full of those seeking the glory of god. Jesus continued...
The worse of men is when they embrace their sin, the best is when they embrace the fact that they are sinners and only then can they see the glory and beauty of God.
I was reminded of an old song that ended... I'll get to heaven... through the sinners door!
I thought when I entered this place it certainly was the sinners door by the look of those that came here, now I realised if there was a place that closely resembled heaven this was it.
I then realised everyone here was in a pair. There were sinners paired with people who wore dark brown cloaks that reminded me of Jedi Knights from Star Wars. They spoke and the sinners attentively hung on every word they said.
Jesus then spoke again...
This is indeed the school of the great prophets. You are here to know me as the Great Prophet. He continued...
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.
I am longing to gather my people here to this place....they come easily to the Teachers but they resist the Prophets. This is indeed is a place of fear in this town, it's a place where a mothers greatest fear is that their daughters will end up here and farthers command their sons not to go to. Your generation is just the same, you too like these in this town stone those who are sent to you given half a chance. That is why the Prophets reside hear in the backsteets of this town because they are not welcome in the main street.
I then noticed that around Jesus a crowd gathered listening to every word he was saying and hanging on it, they left their tables picking up their drinks and found as good a spot as they could so that they could hear clearly. I imagined this is what it would have been like when Jesus was preaching and the crowds followed . I saw as some were changed as they listened becoming more and more like Him.
Only here do they know me as the great Prophet. Soon this will change and this is one of the reasons that this place will be destroyed so that my people will regard my prophets in the same honour I regard them.
We both sat enjoying the warmth of the company around us and Jesus began engaging individuals and as He talked to them, explaining things the noise level grew as many responded to what he had to say to them and there was a great feeling of animation as many began to glow and what they were hearing and seeing.
The time came for us to eventually leave as if it were last orders. We made our way back along the windy back street as we came back to the main street there was a young lad hiding in the shadows. I could see he was spying the ally way simply because he knew that's what he shouldn't do. A startled expression came on his face like he wasn't actually wanting to meet anyone coming out of this place. He paused not knowing what to do and then quickly sped of. We entered into the main street, it was dark though the dim lamps above us in the street lit some way Jesus leading looked back at me with a told you so sort of look.
The Battlefield - The Castle
