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I’m the unknown gardener my name is mentioned in the bible, but no one need honor me. Just a pauper, I was in the garden that day, but my only contribution to grace works was filthy rags. Hearing a rumbling it seemed from deep inside the ground, I looked toward a tomb which had a huge stone cover over it’s mouth. As I looked I saw a steady lighting flashing, so bright it dimmed my sight, emitting from the tomb around the stone’s edges. The lighting stopped as suddenly as it had begun, as I heard a scrubbing noise and saw two celestial beings in shining apparel, as they rolled the huge stone away from the mouth of the sepulcher. I was amazed, weaken in my knees and my countenance was overcome. One of the celestial being said, “Fear not I am Michael, the archangel, I came to attend the Master. This day thou shall also have somewhat to offer unto him.” I wondered, amazed within myself as I pondered in my feeble mind, ‘What on earth could a meager pauper have of worth to give to such a being!’ A beautiful being shining as the sun, stepped forth from the tomb, such the like I have never before seen or after! When he spoke his voice was as the sound of many waters, such as a gently rushing water fall. He said, “Behold I am the first, and the last, I was alive and was dead, and now I am alive for evermore. It is finished!”…The two angels, I saw no more. He said, “thy name is called Ishmael, born after the flesh, I have heard thy afflictions. This day it behooves thee to be a signet necessity of my Father’s will, representing all of mankind, for their righteousness of concepts be as fifty rags. Give unto me thy clothes for I have need of them. They are metaphoric of the fleshly unrighteousness of all humankind.” I gave him my clothes and I understood not, but I felt amazingly clean. He clothed himself with my clothes and said, “Remember this day for flesh will speak of this truth in many seasons to come, of An inspirational writing that I will give thee grace in utterance to write that will be in honor of me. You will entitle it, ‘The Unknown Gardener’ then you will understand the grace bestowed upon you!” With this, he vanished from my presence. This same day has became know as Easter morning, the day of resurrection. And the fleshly concepts of sin as the casting off of filthy rags! My natural senses returned as I arose from what I though a vision. Having been astonished for seven days at such grace bestowed upon a mere pauper, I suddenly realized that I was naked. Being at the end of the seven days fast, I wrote the understanding of a gardener’s filthy rags. This is what Easter means to me! Selah!
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