“The days are coming,” declares the Sovereign LORD, “when I will send a famine through the land– not a famine of food or a thirst for water, but a famine of hearing the words of the LORD.” Amos 8:11

The Gethsemane womb protects the end time birth, an incubator for the pregnant revelation. His final miracle cocoons in the suffering place waiting for ears to hear the cry of the birth:


A holy huddle surrounds the birth. In haste, the Bride acts. The fallen comrade mourns the zeal of the Bride who cuts off the ear of the one He died for.

“Put away your sword,” the Commander of Host cries out.

The arm of the Lord is the only sword that can slice the membrane that holds back the spit. The sword that cuts; heals. His sacred sword reaches out with sharpened finger dipped in the healing balm of Gilead.

“Ephphatha,” He whispers. “Be opened.”

With hallowed breath, Ephphatha is named; the birth of the ear witnessed by the midwifery defence shield. An Ephesians crowd of witnesses unknowingly stand in the gap protecting their comrade who humbly laid down his life for their birth.

The purity of sound begins to rain. Holy manna moistens the birth canal of the ear and readies it for the sonic boom of salvation.  The holy spit of Ephphatha rains down and dormant ears begin to hear. The hushed sound from heaven echoes in the kingdom. The hardened stones open to receive the cry of Ephphatha. The parched famine of the word is hushed and the silence of sound opens with a whisper,


Sound pours out on the House of David, and those who hear, mourn. Ephphatha opens the understanding of the sin and the sharpened holy arm cuts off the resonance of idolatry. The prophetic sound of the return of the king is opened to those who mourn the pierced one.

Ephphatha precedes The Acts of the Bride and the third walk into the fire. Silence is purged and the ear opens and sanctifies in the heat. Ephphatha consecrates the ear, morphing it into a holy vessel to receive revelation. For one does not interpret revelation; one must hear revelation.

A soft chorus of Ephphatha murmurs to and fro, opening the hearing of utterance. The sound from heaven, the mighty rushing wind sings the final hymn. In unity of three, Ephphatha is whispered from heaven and opens the seal of the alabaster jar. The fragrance of the healing balm of Gilead follows Ephphatha and the perfumed breath releases the healing hallowed spit.

 Where Ephphatha is whispered, there is healing.


Jesus answered, “No more of this!” And he touched the man’s ear and healed him. Luke 22:51

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