A message to Ethiopia

[michaelvpardo]

To the rulers of Ethiopia, to the keepers of the ark, to the servants of our Lord, by the word of His Spirit,
bring it forth.
By the hands of Levites, bring it forth,
to Arabia, bring it forth, to mount Zion bring it forth,
to the mount of God, bring it forth.
That the Earth may tremble, bring it forth,
that my people there may see it and believe,
bring it forth,
to the glory of God our Father, In the name of His Son,
and by the power of His Spirit.
Behold, He is coming swiftly on the clouds and every eye shall see Him.
Hallelujah and Amen.

 

[Keraz]

To the rulers of Ethiopia, to the keepers of the ark, to the servants of our Lord, by the word of His Spirit,
bring it forth.
By the hands of Levites, bring it forth,
to Arabia, bring it forth, to mount Zion bring it forth,
to the mount of God, bring it forth.
That the Earth may tremble, bring it forth,
that my people there may see it and believe,
bring it forth,
to the glory of God our Father, In the name of His Son,
and by the power of His Spirit.
Behold, He is coming swiftly on the clouds and every eye shall see Him.
Hallelujah and Amen.

That isn't scripture. Just a rambling of some dreamer.

The Ark of the Covenant will be found and placed in the new Temple.
2 Maccabees 2:4-8 tells us what happened to the Ark and its approximate whereabouts.

 

[Curtis]

That isn't scripture. Just a rambling of some dreamer.

The Ark of the Covenant will be found and placed in the new Temple.
2 Maccabees 2:4-8 tells us what happened to the Ark and its approximate whereabouts.

Besides which the old covenant has ended, so its ark is irrelevant to Christians.

 

[michaelvpardo]

Besides which the old covenant has ended, so its ark is irrelevant to Christians.

It's not irrelevant to Jews and Muslims.

 

[michaelvpardo]

That isn't scripture. Just a rambling of some dreamer.

The Ark of the Covenant will be found and placed in the new Temple.
2 Maccabees 2:4-8 tells us what happened to the Ark and its approximate whereabouts.

I dreamt a dream last night, and I was rambling in it, through some public place, like a mall perhaps. I walked upon stairs and passersby looked at me and whispered because I was wearing clothing slightly tattered and lightly stained, garments I sometimes sleep in. And I was embarrassed for the clothing, but walked on.
And then I was at my house, beside the porch and near the door. And among the piles of wood left by the workers for my stove, there were fallen trees that I had not seen.
And I squatted down next to the railing for shelter and watched another great tree fall, uprooted as by wind and away from the house, away from the house, but there was no rain, and I felt no wind, and I did not hear it howl.
And the house was untouched, and I was unscathed, and I awoke.