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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center">“<font size="3"><b>TWO
ARE BETTER THAN ONE” MINISTRIES</b></font></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"><font size="3"><b>Jim
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"><font size="3"><b>(From:
“Visions Beyond the Veil” by H.A. Baker)</b></font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"><font size="3"><b>Chapter
11 - THE HOMELAND</b></font></p>
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<font size="3">In view of what we have written, it is clear enough that
the Lord has used every means that is necessary to assure us that in
the Bible we have <b>“the sure word of prophecy” </b>to which we
should take heed.</font></p>
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<font size="3">It has also been made clear enough that the great
purpose of that former word of prophecy and the present day visions
and prophecy in our midst is that we may know as a certainty that
there is a wonderful homeland just beyond the veil. No “stranger”,
no “pilgrim” is ever satisfied. The satisfying portion is at the
end of the journey.</font></p>
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<font size="3">It may be that as the journey leads over difficult
pathways and exhausting mountains the pilgrim becomes so wearied with
his heavy burdens that he can scarcely hear the singing of the birds,
sense refreshment from the wayside flowers, or find any great
happiness in the fellowship of his fellow pilgrims. But it will not
be so at the end of the way.</font></p>
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<font size="3">The stooped and wearied bodies of life's pilgrims will
be renewed by a bath in the fountain of youth when they reach their
home in the homeland. <b>“In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye
we shall be changed.” “This corruptible will put on
incorruption.” </b>Old age will vanish. There are no old men in
heaven, no faltering steps of the aged. No dimmed sight, no deafened
hearing, no crippled body encumbers any of the people in the whole of
that bright city.</font></p>
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<font size="3">There is a city that never gets dark, nor does it need
the sun by day or the moon by night. Its golden streets require no
sweeping. Its jewel-bedecked dwellings need no repair. There is a
city that has no doctor signs, no diseased and disabled, no sickness
or sorrow; a city with no crepe on its golden doors, no funeral
processions on its golden streets; a city where melancholy and all
mourning is done away; a city where all death has been swallowed up
by life and that more abundantly; a city of pure unbounded joy.</font></p>
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<font size="3">There is a land of unclouded day where storm clouds
never rise. In that happy land there is no bread line or struggle for
survival. There is no selfish competition. There is no self-seeking
to engender unloving suspicion. No one is anxious as to what he shall
eat or what he shall wear. The garments of white will never grow
threadbare. The trees with the fruits of life will never be barren.</font></p>
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<font size="3">The water of life will never run dry, and whoever will
may drink.</font></p>
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<font size="3">All the joy and enthusiasm of the most joyful youth is
the inheritance of everybody in heaven. But in our most happy days we
are still in a vessel of clay. In our highest moments we sense a
still greater joy and happiness almost within the reach of our hands,
but ere it can be taken we are dragged away by the weight of the
clay.</font></p>
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<font size="3">Children frolic and play. They run, and roll, and they
leap for joy. They sing and they shout. At times their joy and
happiness seems complete. <b>“Of such is the Kingdom of heaven.”</b>
But the highest exuberant joys and the most ecstatic thrills of bliss
of the happiest youth on earth are to be superseded by the greater
joy that is <b>“unspeakable” </b>when this body of hindering clay
has been replaced by the body that is real.</font></p>
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<font size="3">In the New Jerusalem everybody is <b>“in love”</b>.
Everybody is in love with everybody else. Being “in love” on
earth is as nothing compared with being “in love” in the land of
glory. Not a flaw, not an imperfection, not an unlovely trait will
detract from being perfectly and altogether “in love” with
everybody.</font></p>
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<font size="3">In earth in our encumbrance of this depraved tabernacle
there is a song in the soul. In its struggle for expression there are
times it seems to break out of its restrain for a second, but as
quickly the perfect chord is lost. When God made man He put music in
his soul. But the discords of the mud have spoiled the harmony. The
lost chord will never be found until it is found in heaven when we
are clothed upon with the tabernacle that is from above. The finest,
the sweetest, the most perfect music on earth is but a seeking for
the lost chords and harmonies the redeemed and the angels sing in
heaven. The finest instruments of music that have been made on earth,
from the days when the sons of Adam began to “handle the harp and
pipe” until the present day, are as mere imitations of the
trumpets, the harps, and the instruments upon which <b>“the lost
chords”</b> are restored in the golden city and upon which all the
music of the liberated soul can find its fullest expression.</font></p>
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<font size="3">Much of the music and the rhythm the Father placed in
the souls of His children has since been turned by the devil into
evil channels for pleasures of the lusts of the perverted flesh. From
the wildest barbarians in the mountain fastness to the pleasure of
intoxicated wild men of the fashionable ball, men dance in musical
rhythm to find sensual pleasure that is of the lusts of the flesh. In
heaven, to the tune of music that is holy and pure, the redeemed and
the angels dance in “joy” that is beyond all earthly or natural
“pleasure” in the rhythm to which the stars are swinging and
singing in their orbits.</font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left">
<font size="3">There is a park in the city, an Eden <b>“park of
pleasure and fruits.”</b> Here, where the unreal has been replaced
by the real, in all God's animal and plant creation there is nothing
that hurts or destroys in all the holy mount.</font></p>
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<font size="3">On earth we see little - and understand less - of the
beauties of God's creation. The dirt and the dust of the earth have
clouded the windows of our soul. We scarcely see through the glass
even darkly. When God has brushed away the encumbrances and opened
the eyes of the soul, for the first time will we really look upon and
appreciate the glories of God's wonderful creation. All this will we
do in the Eden over there.</font></p>
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<font size="3">There is a park where the birds of all plumes are ever
singing; there is a land where every ear will be tuned to hear their
soul-stirring anthems; there is a land where flowers of every hue are
ever blooming; there is a land where every eye will be opened to see
them in their beauty; there is a land where the fragrance of the rose
of Sharon and the lily of the valley mingle with a thousand perfumes
that over our world have never blown.</font></p>
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<font size="3">Sometimes we seem to see the light of the city beyond
the sky, but our vision is lost in the blur of imperfect sight.
Sometimes we seem to hear the enchanting music of a different sphere,
but the strain is lost in the discord of sounds that are nearer.
Sometimes we seem to sense an upward pull away from all that is
enslaving, but the attraction of earth holds our feet in the stocks
in the fetters that are earthly. Sometimes the soul would fly to <b>“the
land that is fairer than day,” </b>but it falls back in
disappointment because of its broken wings.</font></p>
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<font size="3">He who declares his freedom to walk alone to the city of
freedom finds his pathway hopelessly blocked by the things of the
world, the flesh, and the devil with no power in himself to overcome.</font></p>
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<font size="3">But there is a way!</font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"><font size="3"><u><b>NOTE</b></u><span style="text-decoration: none;"><b>:</b></span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">
The </span></span><u><span style="">next</span></u><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">
and </span></span><u><span style="">last</span></u><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">
chapter is entitled </span></span><u><span style="">“The
Way”</span></u><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">
- and will be a blessing for all who need it.</span></span></font></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">When
I was in my mid-teens, my step-grandfather, George R. Gordon, came to
our farm east of Vancouver BC, and left a book for the 4 of us to
read - </span></span><b><span style="text-decoration: none;">“Intra
Muros” - Within the Walls</span></b><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">
- by Agnes Springer, a lady from the mid-west of the United States.
She was on a visit to Canada, and fell seriously ill, with little
hope of recovery. She ended up in a coma for 3 weeks. During that
last period, it was as if she had died, and gone to heaven, the New
Jerusalem and its Paradise for three years. She discovered that our
two lives are one! What starts out down here, if we find </span></span><u><span style="">the
way</span></u><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">
- goes on in the next life in glory beyond imagination. She also
discovered we will know one another up there, and the glad reunions
will again be beyond belief.</span></span></font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">I
don't know how many others of our family read this book, but it made
a profound impression on me. I determined I would find the God of
this heaven, and get to know Him, and make my final destiny to be in
His Heavenly Home. He answered the seed of hope planted in my heart,
and led me into the Navy during World War II days - and at Passover
of 1944, led me to a profound and intimate relationship with Himself.
Yet - I am well aware - as wonderful as any experience we might have
down here, it is merely a down-payment - “ar-'raB</span></span><u><span style="">O</span></u><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">N”
- part of the purchase-money or property given in advance as </span></span><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">security
</span></span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">for
the rest - an earnest or pledge. In the NT it is used only of that
which assured by God to believers. it is said of the Holy Spirit as
the divine “pledge” of all their future blessedness, 2
Corinthians 1:22, 5:5; and in Ephesians 1:4, particularly of their
eternal inheritance. - See Strong's #728.</span></span></span></font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">I
had an illustration of this in my teens. A sideshow at an Exhibition
- had examples of 3 types of public execution. The two by hanging and
beheading I thought were fake - but the electrocution unnerved me.
They explained that an initial jolt of electricity is given to knock
the person out, and then the full shot is given to finish him off. I
took off during the enactment. It was too real.</span></span></span></font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">Later
when I became a believer, this illustration returned to me. It was as
if God said - “When you receive the Holy Spirit, He is the security
or pledge in part for what I will do when I take you home. When I
pull the second switch, you will be transformed, and ushered into My
Home, to be with Me forever.” </span></span></span></font>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">I
have had the first knock-out shot, and I like it. I am now awaiting
the final lever that catapults me where the promise of the first one
has encouraged me to wait and believe for. Will you join me? J.A.W.</span></span></span></font></p>
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