I asked my Savior if I should write because He had not asked me to in a while and He said: “I have nothing to say, what would you have to say?” and I thought to write: “Praise, Praise Him who would have to do anything with the weak wretch that is I. How great a mercy must He have to know me at all and bless and not spite. How great is His faithfulness that his patience endures tirelessly through all my failings. How magnificent is His Loving kindness that He would Lay the stone and build the path to my salvation with His own hands, the rocks of His church, and His blood for mortar. How inadequate is the finest of praise and worship and attempts to describe His glory. How does imperfect man hold in words and thoughts and dreams and visions the perfect God that created him? He does not. But this as he makes his attempt does he do well and as best as can be done even by the pleasing of the LORD, that he should do so on his knees in understanding of who he is and how he loves his God. That one may be pleasing in His eyes is a blessed day.

SALVATION. PRAISE GOD. REPENT.

And the Angel Gabriel came to me and said, “I am come to reveal the Lords wanting of you to write of His Love for Antioch. “ He knew I did not understand and said, “Write and research later for understanding”… and so I now write as I am instructed by my Lord through the angel Gabriel. “I the Lord and Christ of the written word do profess my Love of Antioch, Antioch the creation of the Father to be held in permanence for the housing of souls dedicated to the Spirit of Trueth, Antioch who has fallen to rise above the waters that would consume it. Antioch who’s masons labored with the love of the Lord to create it. Here will be known sanctuary in My end times. Here will be held the child in the hands of a loving parent. Comforted and sang to while joyous in slumber and renewing. Oh Antioch how thee has struggled to maintain virtue, and oh how you have failed only to escape the pit over and over again to find grace and oneness with God. Your priests lead you to the giver of green pastures while never knowing of them or how to lead you there, yet in spite of falseness dipped in truth did you find yourself delivered, over and over again. And now you set your gaze upon a setting sun and ponder the permanence of grace. And because your Gaze is true and you have eyes to see that Grace is upon you now. The eternal light of the setting sun and all its beauty and promises are painted now on your very soul and spirit. It is come upon you Antioch as the setting and rising sun, the Alpha and Omega. The promise. Oh Antioch how well you have sought the promise even as the cold manipulations and fogginess of deception sought to mislead you. Come thou oh Antioch to your true foundation and settle upon it forever. Let the gentle reed massage you as you walk home in peace. Let the breeze of life fill your lungs as you breathe the crispness of the air. Drown no more in any sorrow for joy has set you free. If you would go and or if you would come, forever now still you will find me there oh Antioch. Amen”