Propiedades de la unidad de arcilla (ladrillo)

From the top of the ridge she looks down and sees a wide valley hedged in on three sides with reddish rugged cliffs. Beloved is astonished to see a ma- jestic white tent set up in the valley below.

It’s engulfed in brilliant glory with the same blazing pillar of fire she saw over Master Potter’s House years ago. On each corner and in the center of the beautiful tent are tall golden flagpoles glistening in the high morning sun.

Colorful flags of purple, scarlet and sapphire fly at the top of each tent pole. They remind Beloved of the Master’s flagships anchored off Comfort Cove. The center pole flies a flag bearing Master Potter’s family crest of the lion and the lamb etched in gold. The lovely design work stands in stark contrast to the desolate sands and rock-strewn mountains surrounding it.

Deep longing erupts in her heart as she sees Master Potter running towards her with His arms open wide, and it takes her breath away.

In a deep tenor voice He sings out, “Come away with Me, My Beloved.” Leaping upon the mountains and skipping upon the hills, He is suddenly in front of her. Scooping her up, He affectionately embraces her, and she collapses in His arms. He swings her around in joyous celebration as she becomes covered in His flowing white robes. His fiery eyes of love look deeply into hers.

He whispers lovingly, “Rise up, My love, My fair one, and come away with Me. For the winter is past and the time of singing has begun. I’ve missed you so.” He sings softly, “Beloved, Beloved, you are My Beloved.”

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ith great love and gentle tenderness, Master Potter carries Beloved down the rugged mountain into His tent, singing all the way. He gently lays her on a long, cushioned couch covered with pillows. She opens her eyes and is as- tonished to see into the realm of eternity. There is no roof on the tent, only an open heaven. A thick, heavy cloud of glory and light saturates the tent and con- nects to the pillar of fire swirling above.

Celestial music of flutes, harps and stringed instruments waft down from the throne room. Hovering angels join with the heavenly choirs. The unearthly music has a life of its own. It penetrates her body, infusing strength and renewed hope.

Looking behind Master Potter, she sees two ministering angels. The first holds a golden bowl and has a linen towel draped over his arm. The other holds a golden tray with alabaster vials containing exquisite fragrances of flowers, sweet spices and oils. She also recognizes the small honey cakes that Valiant gave her at the start of her wilderness journey.

With great distress she cries out, “I had no idea this was waiting here for me. It’s beyond anything I could ever imagine. If only I’d followed the star a lit- tle bit longer, I would have saved myself so much pain. I could have been here with You ten years ago. I missed You so much. I’m so glad to be with You again. Oh, Lord, forgive me. Please forgive me.”

A sick feeling rises in her as she waits to hear His response. Gently, He strokes her face and speaks the words her painful, tattered soul needs so badly, “I’ve missed you so much, Beloved. I love you, dear one.” He sits her up and puts His strong arms around her. Reveling in His warm embrace, she weeps even harder.

“I’ve longed to see your beautiful face, Beloved.”

Looking down at her bloodstained dress from Deeper Life, she bows her head in shame. Sobbing even harder she cries, “How can You say I’m beautiful? Look at me. Look at what I’ve become. I left Your house all healed up, and now I’m broken again.”

Master Potter’s eyes are filled with tears. “Beloved, it wounded My heart when I saw you suffering. How I wanted to spare you! I called to you many times, but you would not come.”

Touching His face with her bruised hand, she wipes the tears from His cheeks and cries, “Oh Lord, I’m so sorry. I did hear Your call, but didn’t realize how much I hurt You until now. Please forgive me.”

“I do forgive you. I know this was a painful journey for you also.” The ministering angels come forward and Master Potter takes off her dent- ed armor piece by piece and hands it to them. He pours precious oils into the golden basin of living water; then taking her old friend Soaking Love, He be- gins to cleanse her wounds.

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Reclining on the couch she begins weeping.

“They lied to my children and took them away. All I wanted from them was to be accepted and loved. They’re evil and cruel. I hate them all. They prac- tically killed me out in the desert.”

“Beloved, I understand. I, too, was taken outside the city and judged for things I didn’t do. I was beaten and cruelly betrayed as you were.”

“I hate them—all of them—for what they’ve done. They’ve destroyed my life.”

“Beloved, your hatred will destroy you. Forgiveness has greater power than vengeance. Pastor Beguiler and Enchanter deceived them too. Let Me show you how I see them.”

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Suddenly the religious commune materializes in front of her eyes. The il- lusion of abundance and wealth gives way to a barren wasteland of poverty and need. The oasis mirage fades and she sees a slave camp.

“Beloved, do you see the pain and devastation of their lives? They’re pris- oners and don’t even know it. My heart aches for My people to come back to Me. Will you show them mercy and forgive them?”

She watches as beautifully dressed people she has known for the past ten years change into tattered beggars fighting over a cup of water. Shadowy de- monic figures move around stirring division and hatred. Her eyes are opened to the reality of their tormented condition, and she is saddened by the misery and hopelessness of their religious compromise.

Tears well in Master Potter’s eyes as He tells her, “Beloved, they were also rescued from the Potter’s Field and began the journey across the wilderness, but they never came back. By refusing to continue through the wilderness, they ex- changed My leadership for an illusion of comfort and ease.”

For the first time ever, she begins to see the anguish Master Potter feels for them. She realizes they are His beloved children, too. Touched by His deep sense of grief and loss, she cries out under conviction, “Lord, I forgive them. Will You forgive me for hating them?”

As the vision of the commune continues, she sees shimmering angelic be- ings moving throughout the people and tents. Master Potter says, “It’s the enemy’s prison, but My forces have been there all the time, waiting to show the way out to those who are willing. You could have left anytime.”

She realizes that she was as deceived as they were. “You’re right; I was a prisoner too. What appeared to be glamorous in the beginning turned out to be a prison. I can’t believe I was seduced by the wealth and power of the Beguil- ers. I had warning signals all along, but I didn’t want to give up the affection, attention and power. I’m as guilty as they are. Please forgive me for doubting You. I’m so grateful to have gotten out. Now I understand how much I hurt You when I did the same thing.”

“I will always forgive you, Beloved. You can never exhaust My abundant unending supply of mercy, and by forgiving them you have chosen the way of My heart. When you extend mercy it releases not only them, but also you, from judgment.”

Master Potter takes off the bloody bandage applied to her head by Amazing Grace. “Beloved, your forgiveness has enabled Me to heal these wounds.” Taking Soaking Love, He gently washes the cut on her head and applies a healing salve scented with the fragrant lily of the valley and aloes as He sings over her.

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Beloved becomes panic-stricken. “Lord, what about my children? My chil- dren live in that slave camp. You have to rescue them. They’re being raised by deceived and disillusioned people—many who hate You!

“Enchanter lied about me and made them think I’m no good. He sacrificed his own daughter—he doesn’t even admit Purity is his! What is to become of her? They’ll never know the truth.”

Beloved’s mother-heart aches as she sees Purity and Crusader sitting side by side holding each other and weeping. Their sobs cause an unbearable anguish in the depths of her soul. She clutches her chest and cries out, “My babies! My babies! Save my babies. They’re so innocent. Why do they have to suffer?”

“In the midst of the storm they will find Me. I will not abandon them. I promise you I will protect them. Your children have a destiny in Me, but you have to trust that I’m going to work this for good.”

Through her tears she sees two huge guardian angels appear behind them, with fiery swords drawn ready for battle. As she watches, they unfurl their huge glistening wings and extend them into a canopy of light and protection over the children.

Amazing Grace appears, wrapping his comforting arms around them. He whispers gently in their ears, “Master Potter loves you both so much and so does your mother. Never forget that. Even though you feel alone you’re not abandoned.”

He brushes the hair back from her daughter’s face. “Remember, Master Potter named you Purity, not Promiscuous.” Turning to Crusader, he says, “Re- member your mother, as she really is someone who loved you and wanted to protect you. Someday you will see her again.”

As she watches, the children get down on their knees and pray. “Lord, we want our mommy back. Please keep her safe. Don’t let her die in the desert. We love her so much.”

In document UNIVERSIDAD ANDINA DEL CUSCO (página 58-62)