It came to pass that one asked me about Antipas...Christs martyr ...before Christ himself was martyred ...and soul and heart loved of God and Christ was he ...and the measure of his dread torture was this ...reported thuswise ...he was boiled in oil ...and in a vat ...in the image of a bull ...
and i rose up to make light of the deaths of any marytr saying ..they fear not death yet welcome it ...so these measures of torture are of little matter ...and even did i jest some ...saying we have been killed all the day long ...hung and pulled and ripped ...burned and quartered ...and our heads chopped off ...and i hate it when things touch my neck ...i said jestingly ...
and WOE the Lord rebuke me ...and rebuked me of the misery of jesting at the pain and the suffering and the dread torture of his martyrs ...and that rightly and quickly did he shut my mouth to jesting anymore ...and he did it this wise ...
Behold the Lord showed me in a dream ...wherein my own son was being put upon viciously by the heathen unGodly and the worldly ...yee even the "religious" antichrists ...who allow measures yet hide behind ...their own ...self wrongfullness ...and the worldly saying yawn oh well ...its just kids having fun ...and the children of wrath who take delight in pain ...even as their cruelty to animals ..now rises to include people ..and they laughed and made light of dread torture upon my son ...
and i was wroth with them and brought them to release him ...and i looked on the pain in my sons eyes ...
and came my Lord Jesus ...voice to me ..saying ...do not make jest of the martyrs pain ...and likewise did God frown upon me ...even for the suffering he had watched Jesus go through ...and my heart was ...waxed woesome and the knees of my heart trembled and i wept in my spirit ...against myself ...and received this measure ...that what an unworthy thing i had done ...
and for the day long i walked in repentance ...and that of heart and soul ...and of the dung of mineown ...jesting ...about dread things before God and Christ ...
and my father and his son my Lord Jesus ..forgave me and i wept at their ministering to me ...and thankfull ...that they measured me worthy to continue to help ...and to rid yet another miserableness out of me ...
even so they helped me stand back up on the legs of my heart ...and to strengthen my knees again ...those knees of the heart that needed bending ...of that heart that needed mending ...
Bless my father oh my soul ..bless my Lord Jesus oh my soul ...for your keeping of one such as i ...whop steps in his own dung ...and falls on his face in it ...
and the worldly and the heathen and the unGodly religious ...do pull the youth in all directions ...and even to rip them apart ...
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