One Thousand Years
Genesage
"Song of Limmud"
(Chp 1:1)
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Song of Limmud
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All I have Seen,
All I have Heard.
All I have Handled
All I have Walked
Do you see what I have seen?
Do you hear what I have heard?
Do you walk where I have walked?
Do you know what I have known?
What have you Seen?
What have you Heard?
What have you Held?
Where have you Walked?
I will see what you have seen.
I will hear what you have heard.
I will walk where you have walked.
I will know what you have known.
Look but See.
Hear but Listen.
Think but Understand.
Walk and Consider.
May you Know, What I Know.
-Song of Limmud[i]
Circa 2 KA[1]
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Song of Limmud
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Eben was humming. It wasn’t his habit to hum, but this morning he was humming. He was happy. He wasn’t happy every day, but generally he liked to think he was happy most of the time. Days like today he was happy. Humming showed it. Some days were just real hummers.
The tune he was humming was familiar; familiar like trying to name that tune. The melody of a song you thought you knew but just couldn’t remember the words. A silly song really; a song that once you remembered the tune and the words you couldn’t get it out of your head. Lyrics that kept repeating themselves, over and over again, replaying in your mind. It just so happened, Eben liked this song. He didn’t think this song was silly either.
All I have seen, all I have heard…,
Eben hummed the words to himself. If you hadn’t heard the song he was humming, it might have been strange. An odd kind of melody with unique words attached. But nearly everyone had heard the Song of Limmud; At least nearly everyone alive and well and living in the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth that is.
It was one of the Songs of the 144,000.[2] While in this part of the land, they had sung this song more than once, some places it was no so prevalent. It didn’t mean everyone remembered it, but at least to most it was familiar. While once was not enough to remember, twice was a better chance to retain a catchy tune. Songs of the 144,000 were always sung three times. There was a reason why, and like most things in the Kingdom, there was a reason and purpose for everything being done the way they were.
Three times was like a lucky charm. Only luck had nothing to do with it. Once was sung as unto the Father; Twice was sung as unto the Son; Thrice was sung as unto the Spirit. Never was song sung blue, but song sung in the Kingdom was worth repeating. Repeating to the Father Son and Spirit that is; always good to cover your bases.
This particular song was one of Eben’s favorites. He could recall lots of songs the 144,000 had sung so far, but he liked this one the best. Ever since the first time he heard it he thought it had great meaning for his life. Somehow it just fit. Seemingly attaching itself to him; He recalled sixty nine years ago when he came to Jerusalem. It was quite a day back then. That was the first time he heard the song sung. In fact He heard it sung three times. Today though he was just humming it; Getting ready for his meeting with the other members of his community. Sixty-nine years after the fact, he was still singing that song, the Song of Limmud .
Who would have thought that heaven was all about singing and so little about speaking?
Eben mused as he walked from his house to the lake to freshen up.
Thinking about his visit to heaven sixty-nine years ago reminded him that no matter where you went, there you were, in heaven. There you were in the midst of song and there you are music going on. Where ever you were, it was heaven. Non-stop it was the language of heaven; singing that is. At that Eben smiled for a moment recalling the Old World Ideas about the “heavenly language”.
So many wanted it to be a tongue, others wanted it to be a language, some ancients had said it was a power, few realized it was song. From incontrollable utterances, to babblings or ramblings in many vernaculars; there certainly had been way too many divisions and strife for modern man to have the final answer on what was going on in heaven.
Hell maybe but heaven?
It was a lot more peaceful than that. If he couldn’t come up with one translation of the bible everyone agreed on, he certainly had no idea what was happening in heaven. The tower of Babel would have been surprised had it gotten close enough to hear singing. Maybe they would have joined in, maybe not.
Eben chuckled.
The Truth was far simpler than anyone had imagined.
“Rather than argue… if they had just sung about it they would have gotten the “Big Picture”.
Eben laughed thinking about old ways, old days, and wrong ideas. He had done much the same thing with his own ideas of how it would be like till he got there.
Once he got there, it wasn’t a surprise he was wrong.
At first he was too busy taking it all in.
Looking back now, he was about as accurate as everyone else had been; not at all. Heaven was certainly an experience he would not soon forget. Mind blowing to say the least and in the old expression, it was the ultimate trip. Certainly there was no way to really describe a different dimension.
No matter where you went in heaven, there you were…, in heaven.
He might have said it was….heavenly… but the lake was close by and he arrived at it interrupting his thoughts.
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