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Written August 25, 2014

The Angel speaking with me had a gold measuring stick to measure the City, its gates, and its wall. The City was laid out in a perfect square. He measured the City with the measuring stick: twelve thousand stadia, its length, width, and height all equal. Using the standard measure, the Angel measured the thickness of its wall: 144 cubits. The wall was jasper, the color of Glory, and the City was pure gold, translucent as glass. The foundations of the City walls were garnished with every precious gem imaginable: the first foundation jasper, the second sapphire, the third agate, the fourth emerald, the fifth onyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, the twelfth amethyst. The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate a single pearl.
 
The Angel speaking with me had a gold measuring stick to measure the City, its gates, and its wall. The City was laid out in a perfect square. He measured the City with the measuring stick: twelve thousand stadia, its length, width, and height all equal. Using the standard measure, the Angel measured the thickness of its wall: 144 cubits. The wall was jasper, the color of Glory, and the City was pure gold, translucent as glass. The foundations of the City walls were garnished with every precious gem imaginable: the first foundation jasper, the second sapphire, the third agate, the fourth emerald, the fifth onyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, the twelfth amethyst. The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate a single pearl. The main street of the City was pure gold, translucent as glass. But there was no sign of a Temple, for the Lord God—the Sovereign-Strong—and the Lamb are the Temple. The City doesn’t need sun or moon for light. God’s Glory is its light, the Lamb its lamp! The nations will walk in its light and earth’s kings bring in their splendor. Its gates will never be shut by day, and there won’t be any night. They’ll bring the glory and honor of the nations into the City. Nothing dirty or defiled will get into the City, and no one who defiles or deceives. Only those whose names are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life will get in. The main street of the City was pure gold, translucent as glass. But there was no sign of a Temple, for the Lord God—the Sovereign-Strong—and the Lamb are the Temple. The City doesn’t need sun or moon for light. God’s Glory is its light, the Lamb its lamp! The nations will walk in its light and earth’s kings bring in their splendor. Its gates will never be shut by day, and there won’t be any night. They’ll bring the glory and honor of the nations into the City. Nothing dirty or defiled will get into the City, and no one who defiles or deceives. Only those whose names are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life will get in. (Revelation 21:15-27 MSG)

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Do you remember the classic movie, "The Wizard of Oz?" I have always loved it and when it came out in color it really came alive. That tells you just how old I am. Of course Dorothy is the key character and always gets top billing, however, in reality she's just the stories hostess. If you really think that the "Oz" story is about her you've missed it.  

I love the lion. He is the King of the jungle; or is he? Of course that's who he was born to be but somewhere in his upbringing he lost his way. Oh, he could growl and certainly he looked the part but when confronted by a little gal from Kansas the truth was revealed. He was a coward. So, who am I really? I thought that I knew until a few months ago but I guess I, like the lion, was a little confused. I wasn't who I thought I was. I wasn't intentionally being someone, or something, else. I was simply being who I was told that I was by my family. I had embraced the role of a lion without fully understanding what lions were all about. In English, I am a lion I just didn't know until recently that lions do "more than roar".  

These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world." (John 16:33 NASB)  

Courage isn't acquired, nor is it a gift. It must be "taken." We choose courage. We don't acquire the courage to get on huge roller coasters, jump out of airplanes or bungee jump. We simply have to "take courage".  

(Mat 14:25-27 NIV)  During the fourth watch of the night Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. {26} When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. "It's a ghost," they said, and cried out in fear. {27} But Jesus immediately said to them: "Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid."

Then there's the Tin Man. No heart. So, how did he know that he wanted a heart. He had obviously lived just fine without one. If I had been him I think that I would have asked for an automatic, self lubricating, hydraulic system. I guess even humans function without a heart; I mean not physically. There is a huge difference between function and feeling. We can function without feeling but we cannot feel without functioning. I guess I'm kind of like the Tin Man, I want heart. The true measure of man is not found in skill, talent or gifting but in what he treasures in his heart.
 
For as he thinks in his heart, so is he...(Proverbs 23:7 NKJV)
 
We all have a heart the problem is that they are often broken, troubled and torn.
 
What about the ScareCROW? A distant relative for sure. His story is mindless. He didn't have a brain. We all want to feel intelligent and competent. I've felt rather inept in both categories. I have two college degrees and still lost my mind. In some ways I guess I can identify with the Scarecrow. It's taken me several months to realize that I had experienced a lobotomy without ever going under the knife. We've all uttered the words, "What was I thinking?" Those words land a little softer in our soul than, "That was really stupid." I've recited both of these in recent months. I'm getting my brain back.
 
We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. (2 Corinthians 10:5 NIV)
 
We must either imprison thoughts or face them and require that they let us go.
 
Remember, Dorothy is just the story teller. Her ultimate responsibility was to take us tothe Wizard. He was supposedly this powerful figure that could take care of all her problems and get her back to Kansas. Anyone who wants to return to Kansas really might have a bigger problem than what they thought. Dorothy and her friends finally arrive at the Emerald City, home of the Wizard. Maybe the most troubled and deceived of all the Oz characters was the Wizard himself.
 
He had all the appearance of wealth and status but hidden behind a curtain and a big voice was a little insecure man. How many of us have lived that lie? I must say that I can relate, a least to some degree.
 
What happened to my courage?
Where is my heart?
What was I thinking?
Who am I really?
 
We all have an "Oz story" whether we know it or not. The real question is will we fight the witches and flying monkeys in order to find what God wants to bestow on us? It takes courage, heart, mind and confidence to carry us to where Dorothy wanted to go; WHERE FAMILY WAS.
 
We all need and want to do life with others but it does come at a cost. We have to learn to live, not only with our own deficiencies, but with the deficiencies of those around us. It's great to have a Dorothy in our lives. Someone who will take the time to help us with our story. We all have a story to tell, don't quit; don't lose courage; don't lose heart and don't lose your mind. The trip to our city will be worth it all.