April 2017 Newsletter - "Son of David, Have Mercy on Me (The Killing Fields)" by Pastor Roni Burton

Good morning Father. I give you may thoughts, my emotions, and my will. May every word, action, and interaction lead to the Perfect Man and give You glory. Today is a good day to die. In Yeshua’s name. Amen. “Son of David, have mercy on me.” ”Son of David, have mercy on me,” …saying it louder, he screams above the protest of the crowd for sensibility, “Son of Daaavid, have mercy on me!!!” (emphasis added). He screams against protocol. He screams against religion, and he agitates their discomfort. “Son of David, have mercy on me.” He needed something; he wanted to see.

His was the voice of a zombie trapped in his prison, and he knew it. Those that had physical eyes to see were blind to it. Bartimaeus’s physical eyes were blind, but there was more. He had ears and heard The Voice that could make him see. So he cried from his grave, the walking sarcophagus filled with his dead bones and the poison of asps (Matt 12:34). He knew he was bitten, and he knew he was dying. “Son of David, have mercy on me!”

There was yet another cry from the borders of a foreign land. Yeshua had come to the borders of her country having found the lost sheep of Israel. He had just explained to his sheep what makes a man defiled: there are seven dark spirits. The thoughts of the dead: evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, all the way to blasphemies, the most serious of which will make you permanently dead, which is to blaspheme the Spirit of Life (Matt 15:19). So in the grave of her torment she cries out, “Son of David, have mercy on me.” She had crossed the border illegally (at least by the religious spirit) from Sidon into Israel where she was hated. And she cried, hanging on to the “maybe”, pulling on the “perhaps” and the “what ifs”. She asked again, “Son of David, have mercy on me.” Like Bartimaeus she was persistent, breaking protocols. She was a Canaanite, and she was a woman; to the Jews, this is the worse of combinations. She knew she was in her prison of the zombies, and her daughter was even more tormented, vexed by the darkness.

Those with the eyes that were veiled said, “Send her away Master, she is bugging us.” (emphasis added). Then He spoke to her. “I am not sent but unto the lost sheep of the house of Israel” (Matt 15:24). She did not resist His rebuffing but requested mercy in a different way. After worshiping Him she said, “Lord help me!”

Then Yeshua said, “It is not meet to take the children’s bread and cast it to dogs.” She did not protest the brilliance of the Truth but would be content with the crumbs of mercy from the Master’s table (Matt 15:27). “O woman (my sister, my bride) great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt,”(Matt 15:28, Song 4:9).  Those with eyes, of the lost sheep of Israel that were blind started to have their eyes open. She had ears to hear and now had faith eyes, helping others open their eyes, even if they hated her. “Son of David, have mercy on me.”

“Blessed are the merciful,” Yeshua told the disciples, “for they shall obtain mercy,” (Matt 5:7). We are called to be in the ark. On top of the ark is the mercy seat, the covering of Yahweh’s throne (Exo 25:18). To have mercy on me is to move from the death chamber of my thoughts and these dead bodies (Luke 11:44) into the mercy seat, the coffin of my liberation, the place of my killing. Just like the Canaanite zombie and blind Bartimaeus (his name means: son of the highly prized), I too cry out, “Son of David, have mercy on me.” It’s the call for my mercy killing. The enemy has everyone in their own box, in the coffin of the carnal mind, in the coffin of mortal bodies addicted to their senses. It’s the killing fields of ignorance to the Truth. But then there comes an awaking, a beginning. A word of faith that is sown from above (John 3:3-6), overwhelms the stench of the whitewashed graves, full of the bones of emptiness. Somehow there is a “spark” of creation life, and we want to be in the mercy seat. In the mercy seat there is the progressive death of our carnal minds and the consumption of limitations. We no longer want to be an enemy of Yah: dying under the torment of satan. So, we cry to Yeshua, The Savior, “Son of David, have mercy on me,” we want to die so we can see. So in His great mercy, Yeshua looks for the faith of our cry, and grants us mercy killings; in His mercy seat, releasing us into the His power to live Life in the flesh as we enter into the box (Gal 2:20). “Son of David, have mercy on me.”

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