Words of the Lord given to Bob Neuman
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Battle series The Sound of war in the camp.
THE TRENCH and THE WALKING DEAD..
April 11, 1999
I am a soldier of the King. Just seven short words that define my existence to many. They see and turn away knowing what without regard to who. For the who has lost all meaning for me, never had for them. Being a soldier of the King requires being under authority and focused entirely to duty. Our duty is to obey THE KING.
To those who notice, we are walking and breathing testimonies that there is a King. To many this is a welcome reminder, to others a point of provocation. Such variances of opinion does not reflect the activities of duty, but their relationship with THE KING. Often we are but the recipients of where man's heart truly lies, In THE KINGDOM, or outside in the Darkness.
Yet to most we move unseen and unnoticed across the Land. Fleeting shadows easily ignored and quickly forgotten by most. Our purpose is duty and obedience, not affectation and reward. That is the rationale of being 'under authority' rather than holding authority. For when THE KING SPEAKS it is not for us to just listen but to do. To go. To stand. To overcome. To walk away and serve again.
To be a soldier of THE KING requires so little, and so much. Not a PARADE SOLDIER used for ornament and ceremony. Nor a BARRACKS BRAWLER noted for bellicose language and a bully's attitude. Never a FAIR WEATHER FIGHTER that stands
and is noticed when times are clear and the climate provides no heat to test ones mettle.
Nor is a soldier a warrior who rises for the threat that comes, and returns home to hearth, and home, and kin.
For to answer HIS CALL required a warrior to lose and not gain. To be a soldier a warrior must put aside that which called him to stand and face the darkness. To be a soldier one does not rally upon emotion, but to respond out of duty to THE KING. Merely to STAND upon HIS WORD. TO GO wherever and when ever HE SAYS. And in OBEDIENCE ACT without regard to personal consequences.
To be a soldier of The King means that no one sees the person, but THE PURPOSE OF THE KING. Individuality no longer exists, as we become cognizant and devoted by HIS WILL ALONE. It is in this what we call DUTY we can go when told, do what is told, and to move on when told. Many would not choose such a life and it is not hard to understand from those who have never heard HIS VOICE, or seen HIS HAND.
Maybe that is all that differentiates, it does not matter. For HIM and HIM ALONE do we wear HIS ARMOR and HOLD HIS STANDARD. By HIS WILL we stand alone in the night on the walls. And by HIS WILL alone do we enter the pit or penetrate strongholds. Whether standing a WATCH or walking POINT matters little so long AS HIS WORDS ARE OBEYED.
That is all there really is. to become faceless and nameless to SERVE. To become unnoticeable and unrecognizable to SERVE; to become homeless and without
ties to SERVE; to lose all that we were to be what HE DEMANDS us to BE; to lose all we esteemed and valued to be HIS VOICE and ARM; to lose all and life itself to KNOW HIS WILL LIVING IN US.
For it is in living HIS WILL and HIS WORD do we lift high HIS BANNER. HIS WILL is our purpose, HIS WORD our armor and our sword. HIS JOY provides the strength to press on in the heat of battle. HIS SONG heals our many wounds thatcome with service. HIS PRESENCE destroys all fear and doubt. HIS PEACE brings assurance and confirmation during the storm. HIS FAITH energizes and sustains in the midst of darkness. HIS LOVE allows one to stand when and where no one else will hear the call to arms. HIS MERCY AND GRACE is sufficient to destroy the works of the enemy, to save the lost, and restore the disenfranchised.
For this, few were chosen from among the many. for HIS CALL has sounded long and full for all who would hear. Yet even among those who hear few choose to serve. few choose to serve where there is nothing to gain.... in this world.
all a soldier has is A PROMISE....the PROMISE of our KING.... of rewards unseen....of rewards unimaginable.... of rewards that are forgotten completely in the heat of battle.... through the long hard marches.... during the cold nights as a lone watchman on deserted walls.... for we serve not for what we can not see.... we do not bleed and die for those who never noticed the battles waged.... but for our KING. and HIS WORD. FOR HIS KINGDOM AND HIS PLEASURE ALONE do we serve... all who are soldiers of THE KING.
April 11, 1999
Several years ago I had an expansive vision, the first of what now has been many. While Some have been different Visions in the same frame, this was the first that expanded as it progressed. Unlike the THUNDERS which are repeated several times with the same beginning and ending, this unlike the Killing of the Bull, The Lily, and others
which were one time shots, this was a progressive sequence.
Like many of my visions it begins with the setting sun visible and I am aware of it .years ago it did not seem as significant as it is now.
..selah.
THE LONG NIGHT
There is a great city and it stands surrounded by a great wall. Upon the wall are scattered men who serve the city. At intervals they are relieved and return to their homes, a warm fire, and the comforts of home. They are members of the local policing force of the city government. Over time I have watched as the seasons change and the city goes day by day.
One day an invading army begins to encamp around their walls. In the LINE of DUTY I sounded the alarm when the enemy was still distant. Yet the city did not stir itself for the threat was still ''days away''. So my warning was not heeded then. Nor was the second warning when all the neighboring cities fell in their sequence. The local militia stood down and their captains scorned my advice.
For I am not of this city. I am a soldier of THE KING. I stand watch over HIS CITY and perform the Duty HE HAS PLACED UPON ME. There are several of us scattered through the city and stationed on the walls. When injustice occurs within the city we rise up and stand IN HIS NAME. Some in local government fear us for we will not be bought. Most despise us for we will not compromise. The city did not rise up to aid their brethren in the outlying villages, towns and cities. They heeded not our call to arms, nor did they respond to the plight of those who sought refuge behind their wall.
Yet my DUTY goes two ways so I petitioned MY KING on behalf of these HIS PEOPLE. Even when the city was completely surrounded by the enemy's troops the leaders of this city refused to stir their people. Even when some of their own people grew aware of their danger, their leaders and their friends mocked them and ridiculed their lack of faith in their walls.
On the day that the enemy's banner flew opposite the KING'S BANNER there was darkness over the city. Those few who were faithful to their KING, the ones that were mocked for their ''lack of faith" came to the wall. As it is WRITTEN I told them to return to their households and await THE KING'S CALL. As the sun began to set and deep darkness shrouded the city THE KING ENTERED HIS CITY. No one knew but HIS WATCHMEN.
As the LONG NIGHT fell HE addressed us.
"THE SUN SHALL NOT AGAIN ARISE OVER THIS CITY. A STORM HAS
ARISEN AND NO ONE HAS PREPARED FOR IT. NOW WE MUST PREPARE
TO REMOVE MY PEOPLE FROM THIS PLACE OF DANGER." As HE
finished FIVE of our number came forward dressed in black, as ''ninjas'', masked warriors of the shadows; they went over the wall together to cause trouble in the midst of the enemy's camp. Never to be seen in this city again.
When morning failed to come, many were concerned and came to the city council. Some asked, "WHERE WAS THE ARMY OF THE KING?" and were comforted by the smooth words of their leaders that there was no need to fear. That the walls would hold till their expected help arrived shortly. To solidify their words they assured all that the KING had placed them in charge and they knew best. Little did they know that THE KING stood among HIS PEOPLE and heard their lies. All the people returned to their own affairs except the FAITHFUL REMNANT who now listened to my silence for no soldier speaks when THE KING was there and can speak if HE so chooses. So they who knew the LAW OF THE KINGDOM returned to their homes and waited for HIS CALL.
As the day came to a close and the encirclement of the city had now completed it's second day. The enemy's camp was in confusion and disarray. Bugle calls and shouting of orders filled the air much to the delight of many who watched from the wall, assured of their safety. When the deep darkness covered the city THE KING stood again before HIS WATCHMEN. Now five stood with armor and helmets on, visors and night goggles in place. Their weapons sheathed. As one they dropped from the wall into the city. The five of us who now remained went to our places on the walls. As the KING RAISED HIS TRUMPET TO HIS LIPS AND HIS CALL RANG OUT FILLING THE CITY. Those who had waited for HIS CALL rose up and went into the streets where THE GUARD met them, placed them in ranks, and left the city.
As the third day began the deep darkness did not recede, and the people were in panic. THE LONG NIGHT HAD BEGUN and none had noticed. The city's leaders called upon their militia and the crowds were quieted. Again they spoke in the KING'S NAME claiming WORDS THE KING had never spoken. But now with the mention of THE KING, the crowd did not disperse. Instead the people began to shout and agitate themselves..."Where is our KING? Where is HE when we needed HIM? What has HE done to deliverer us from the enemy? Why has HE HID from us in the time of our need.?"
As the mob grew in size and emotion the leaders who had lied to them, who had spoken presumptuously, were seized by the mob and dragged through the square that stood behind the gates of the city. When these wicked rulers were gathered in the center of the square, and only then did THE KING act as HE signaled to the final five WATCHMEN. AS ONE WE BLEW THE TRUMPETS OF WAR, and the walls of the city and everything in it vibrated.
The rioting mob stood stunned and looked to the wall where the KING STOOD GLORIOUSLY before them. HIS FACE was brighter than the sun at noonday. For the first time in three days the darkness was dispersed. At the sound of HIS VOICE the people trembled and fainted in fear.
"WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE ENEMY ENTERED YOUR LAND?
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN YOU BRETHREN WERE BEING DEVOURED?
WHAT DID YOU TO THOSE WHO FLED TO YOU FOR PROTECTION? WHY DID YOU DENY THEM YOUR HELP IN THE TIME OF THEIR NEED?''
''YOU WHERE MY PEOPLE WHO DWELT IN WHAT WAS MY CITY. YOU HEEDED NOT THE WARNINGS OF YOUR WATCHMEN THAT I PLACED HERE FOR YOUR GOOD. WHEN THE WARNINGS WERE CALLED YOU WOULD NOT STIR YOURSELVES. YOU FORGOT MY LAW AND HEEDED THE VAIN WORDS OF YOUR OWN, AND DARED TO MOCK THE WORDS OF MY SERVANTS. SO I LEAVE YOU TO YOUR CITY. FOR NO LONGER DO I CLAIM IT AS MINE. I LEAVE YOU TO THOSE WHOSE WORDS YOU CHOSE TO HEAR OVER MY WORDS."
As we stood alongside our KING in full battle armor, visors down and weapons drawn, the KING LOOKED out in silence, HIS ANGER unmistakable. With deliberate slowness HE reached up and pulled HIS VISOR down closing it. Turning to HIS WATCHMEN HE DECLARED: "NONE OF THESE PEOPLE SHALL AGAIN SEE MY FACE.''
All along the walls the hordes of the enemy came quietly over the walls. Looking at us who still stood they waited, afraid for good reason.
When MY KING lowered HIS VISOR the city again was covered in deep darkness. As an enraged beast the mob rose up and tore their wicked leaders into pieces with their hands. While all the city's remaining citizens focused themselves upon those that deceived and mislead them, the forces of the enemy opened the gates to the city. With the enemy holding the gates to the city the walls now held the people in. No longer did their great and esteemed walls protect them. Instead it prevented their escape and sealed their doom.
"STRIKE MY COLORS, REMOVE MY BANNER FROM THESE WALLS", HE ORDERED. As one THE MIGHTY ONE LEFT THE CITY WHO FORGOT HIS LAWS AND TRUSTED IN THEMSELVES. and I followed HIM into battle for the enemy was still in the land. for I am a SOLDIER OF THE KING....
Preamble
In order to convey the fullness of this ''image'' and the starkness experienced i am required to attempt to explane things at a different level than i am comfortable with. I am compelled to do this because of the magnitude and extent of the REVELATION BIRTHED. According to THE WORD of GOD my duty is as described by Habakkuk is to write it down and let others run with it. In my spiritman i am very uncomfortable with our brothers and sisters that come forth with a dream, vision, or utterance of 300- 400 words and then give to us 1000+ words of interpretation. AS IF THE HOLY ONE NEEDS OUR HELP TO CONVEY HIS WILL. All HE requires is obedience.
SO.....instead of giving a whole lot of personal spin at the end i will dig a hole at the beginning......
On the afternoon of Memorial Day Sunday a seven day experience began in the darker realms of THE SPIRIT.
Several years ago i was informed that THE MOST HIGH could speak with both Dark and Dire SAYINGS. David sang of them. Being a Watchman in the NIGHT formulates an awareness of the breadth and depth of HIS WORD. Then when you find yourself walking it out, all preconceptions die. Sometimes hard....Sometimes slow.
From late Sunday afternoon to predawn Saturday i kept falling into a progressive vision. Six or seven times a day during this time i found myself sitting in the cold and the dark. I was sitting in blackness with my back against an earthen wall. The realization that i was physically exhausted, mentally spent was unmistakeable. As were the facts that i was freezing and unbelievably hungry and thirsty. I was sort of sitting and leaning at the same time. The first thing i noticed as ''vision'' was reestablished was i was wearing combat boots laced to the top. They were scuffed, well worn, and covered by either dried or frozen mud. Either way really did not matter because between the boots was a but end of a very heavy rifle. It had a sling which hung loosely and the barrel lay comfortably on my right sholder. At eye level it had a bipod, and my right hand rested on the magazine clip.
For six days i kept going back to a trench where i was freezing to death, and jointly dying of thirst and hunger. Yet the fun thing was the awareness that they were the least of my problems. I did not know exactly where or when i was, so it did not help. But i was aware that i was sitting on an ''alice'' pack, had empty bandoliers and ammo pouches around my waist and across my chest. I was also aware that i was in one long trench and i was not alone. scattered down the line to either side were others dressed as i was. In the same situation i was in. But the spaces between us were wide and too far to speak across. So we all were sitting propped against the wall, waiting....resting....
For these six days i tried to fill in the blanks. I had spoken about these visions with several others, and found myself with too few answers. The weapon, helmet, uniform placed me in the periods of both WW2 and Korea. On Friday evening i found out when the vision expanded.
Once again i was in the trench feeling all the raw emotions that now were with me continuously. Yet i felt no fear, but resignation. I am here, and have no place else to go. That is when the artillery opened up and they turned on the sound systems. Star shells were being fired to explode just over our heads. These are the type of fireworks that produce the huge flash and big boom at fireworks events. often the noise is so loud the ground shakes. at the same time began continuous amplified bugle calls. So i had my answer.
I was in Korea....circa 1951 and we were facing the YELLOW HORD. Red Chinese troops. And all i had was a summer uniform on in the dead of winter.... No food, No water.....and three clips of ammo.....one loaded and locked....and two spare.
All this was awareness, not revelation knowledge so far.
Then came the predawn on Saturday as the vision progressed as all the others. When we came to the point of the star shells and bugles i was not surprized. Then the bugles stopped and the night sky lit up as the sky filled with parachute flares. The long awaited final attack had begun. I watched as to either side my brothers/sisters slowly reached back and pulled bayonets out and fixed them to their rifles. My weapon being a Browning Automatic Rifle was not made for close combat, so i took my "GI Entrenching Tool'' and sank it into the dirt at my feet. (otherwise called a pack shovel.) So we stood stooped down at the edge of the trench wall...waiting...preparing to make every shot count... preparing to attack which is what a bayonet is for. When you can't run, you attack..........
And that is where the visions ended, so to speak..... Only in all this time i heard nothing from my MASTER.
My prayers were hitting a heavens of brass and i really was not enjoying any of this. Certainly i was curious...intrigued....but there was no joy or peace in my camp. So when i found the TRENCH not repeating itself through Saturday i really got worried that i had missed the whole purpose. So i waited and kept kicking at the door. ASK...SEEK...KNOCK was changed to shout...hunt...and bang....
I'm Sorry....but i have given up on being cute and cuddly in my religious reality. Maybe that is comfortable for some, but sitting in that hole made me acutely aware that this is serious. And all i got Sunday was one ''WORD"....and it messed me up big time....
EXPENDABLE
After i got over the shakes, i did not know whether to be scared or angry. Or maybe both. It was not the answer i wanted to hear....i sure did not expect to hear. Now there have been a lot of "WORDS" concerning intercessors, the prophetic, and the church in general. Most are going along with what has been said or heard before....so they are acceptable at the worst...comfortable at the best. Or maybe the worst is when we are comfortable. I am not sure if it was Monday or Tuesday when THE LORD OF HOSTS decided to explain the thing to me. Again it was neither expected or comfortable. Most who may read what i know my MASTER said to me will not like it either. Many will be offended....as if i really care at this point.
You see, i am no longer caring what anyone ''feels'' or ''believes'' about anything. Except for HE WHO SITS ON THE THROWN. If you ain't got nail scars in your hands or feet.....if it ain't your footprints i've been following hard and long after.....as Rhett
Buttler said to Scarlet...FRANKLY MY DEAR....
this leads me to.........
What follows is an abridgement of a long conversation.
Take whatever you want from it. I got what i needed and then some. Nothing directly came concerning THE TRENCH....or EXPENDABLE right then and there. So bear with me. It all started with a question HE asked me....
DO YOU KNOW THE TWO GREATEST VICTORIES OF THE KINGDOM IN THE LAST 2000 YEARS?
frankly it was so off the wall i was taken back....i thought maybe the RESERRECTION and THE CROSS....
NO DOG, I'M TALKING KINGDOM VERSES KINGDOM. TRUTH AND THE LIE. THE GOOD NEWS AGAINST THE WORKS OF THE FALLEN ONES.
i told HIM i had no idea.....and HE COUNTERED WITH ""WHY NOT???""
my immediate thought was ''oh, damn...".....and HE JUMPED ON ME....
THAT'S THE PROBLEM DOG, BECAUSE PEOPLE DO NOT KNOW THE KINGDOM RULES AND PURPOSE THEY CREATED THEIR OWN. AND BECAUSE OF THIS MANY WHO THINK THEMSELVES SAFE AND SECURE ARE SLIDING RAPIDLY INTO ETERNAL DAMNATION. MY FATHER'S KINGDOM HAS SUFFERED VIOLENCE AND TO RETAKE WHAT THE STRONGMAN HAS STOLLEN YOU GOT TO BE STRONGER THAN HE....BUT YOU ALSO MUST PURPOSE YOURSELF TO VIOLENTLY ASSAULT HIM.
THAT IS NOT HAPPENING TOO MUCH IS THERE?
now i know a loaded question when it slaps me across the head. so when HE began to chuckle i knew THE MASTER had a couple aces up HIS SLEEVE.....
I TAUGHT KINGDOM TRUTH 2000 YEARS AGO, AND WHAT DO I GET WHEN I COME BACK AND DEMAND ACCOUNTS TO BE SETTLED? REGRETTABLY LITTLE FRUIT AND NOT MUCH IN TALENTS. THERE ARE SOME TREES DOGS THAT WILL REFUSE TO BELIEVE I HAVE HEWN THEM DOWN OR CHOPPED THEM FOR KINDLING. THE LIE IS SO WELL ESTABLISHED.
I TAUGHT THEM THE HOWS AND THE WHYS OF THE KINGDOM AND WATCHED AS MEN AND DEMONS CREATED RELIGION AND DOWNPLAYED MY FATHER'S WILL AND PURPOSE. IT IS DANGEROUS TO INSULT SOMEONE WHOSE NAME IS GREAT AND TERRIBLE.
LET ME TELL YOU A LITTLE SECRET DOG. I DO NOT CHANGE.
NEITHER DOES MY WORD. IN THE END TIMES KINGDOM SHALL BATTLE KINGDOM. NOTHING NEW SINCE THE GARDEN, DOG. BUT WHO IS LIVING IT?
EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT HARVEST AND REVIVAL. EVERYONE WANTS THE ''PROMISED LAND'' ON THE OTHER SIDE OF JORDAN. WELL WHICH SIDE DID THEY START ON? IF THEY REALLY ARE IN THE WILDERNESS WILL THEY KILL THE GIANTS ONCE THEY CROSS OVER? OR WILL THEY EVANGELIZE THEM? WHAT COULD THE STRONGMAN HAVE THAT WOULD HAVE VALUE IN THE KINGDOM? AND HOW DO YOU TAKE OUT THE STRONGMAN?
here we ''discussed'' some of the popular aspects of ''intercession''.....selah.... eventually we came back to the original question.
THE TWO GREATEST VICTORIES OF THE KINGDOM HAVE OCCURED OVER THE LAST 50 YEARS. FOR OVER 150 YEARS THE ''SOLDIERS OF THE KINGDOM'' HAVE WEPT AND TRAVAILED IN THESE BATTLES. WITH GROANINGS AND TEARS THEY HAVE STORMED THE CITIDELS AND PLAYED HAVOC ON THE SCHEMES OF THE ENEMY. THE GREATEST AND MOST VIOLENT BATTLE HAS BEEN AGAINST THE PRINCE OF CHINA. THE SECOND IS THE FALL OF THE PRINCE OF KOREA. YET YOUR PEOPLE DOG ARE SO FOCUSED ON THEIR LITTLE PUDDLES THEY MISS THE GREAT
FLOODS OF MY POWER ON ALL CONTINENTS.
MORE SOULS HAVE BEEN BIRTHED IN ABBA'S HOUSE BECAUSE OF THE PRAYERS OF SO FEW. THE REASON THE LINE WAS SO THIN WAS BECAUSE THE ''CHURCH'' IN AMERICA IS NOT CALLING OUT FOR CONSCRIPTION INTO MY SERVICE. WHEN THEY DO TALK 'ARMY' IT IS WITH PARADES AND BANNERS, NOT WITH TEARS AND FASTING. REGRETABLY YOU FOUND YOURSELF WITH LITTLE OF VALUE ON THE BATTLE LINE BECAUSE YOUR PEOPLE FAIL IN THEIR DUTIES TO PROVISION THEIR OWN. NO SUNSHINE WARRIORS TO FILL IN THE GAP WHEN SOLDIERS MAKE THEIR STAND IN THE DARKNESS.
I GAVE YOU ENOUGH TO DO THE JOB.....BUT THEY DO LITTLE TO HELP MY CAUSE. BUT THE TIDE OF BATTLE HAS MOVED. I AM RAISING UP MEN AND WOMEN OF MY WORD IN CHINA AND KOREA, INDIA AND AFRICA TO INTERCEED FOR AMERICA. FOR THE BATTLELINES HAVE BEEN MOVED AND YOU HAVE NO TRENCH TO PROTECT YOU IN YOUR OWN LAND.
at this point i got the shakes very bad as the spiritual images that flowed became real and of what will be. nothing really new. we have had many warnings. but nothing will adequately prepare us for what's down the road. then suddenly i was again in the valley of vision. this time i was walking in staggered formation along a road. still tired....still cold...still hungry and thirsty. i have the BAR riding on my hip. and i still have three clips.....all i really need to do the job. the BLOOD, the WORDS of my testamony, and being dead to this world.............. and that's where it all came together....an image from Viet Nam.... THE WALKING DEAD....those who gave up thinking about the future because doing the job and surviving the next battle was all consuming. it's what Paul talked about when he spoke about ''being poured out''. giving it all for the sake of CHRIST. to be ''expendable'' for the sake of THE KINGDOM.
THY KINGDOM COME, THY WILL BE DONE is our battlecry....
JUST GET THE JOB DONE is something i have heard so often in my spirit, but seldom from the pulpit.
so i'm just one of the few on patrol.....THE WALKING DEAD.....who follow the CAPTAIN wherever HE leads.
will do whatever HE commands.
selah
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