The Primordial Hive

Carved and sculpted from the dust of new earth, created in the image of perfection. Empty, until living breath was expelled into my lungs, the scent of God, so potent, completely consumed. Gazing up, I knew love. In the east, He planted a garden, placed me there and through me diffused the fragrance of His knowledge in every place. From the same parcel of earth, I watched as He formed every beast and every bird. Seeing with eyes closed to the knowledge of evil, perceiving through a Kingdom lens; I named each one.

The soil beneath my feet was of the finest loam, untrodden and receiving its first steps. Its scent rivaled any tilled field and sang of victory, while trees extended themselves firmly into its depths. The roots screamed their excitement as they plunged into the darkness beneath them. The flowers shot forth from the earth like arrows and the leaves pressed upward. An unmatched cadence in the rhythms of heavenly design.

The Spirit of God fell about creation like silken mist, filled with His hosts, doing His pleasure, carrying hued illuminations of grace from His Presence. I observed as every good gift and every perfect gift came down from the Father of lights, from whom there is no variation or shadow of turning. Intertwined with flying birds and insects, the sky was alive with life. The sound of buzzing became overwhelming and it was then that I saw the primordial hive, crocheted and suspended from a tree. It was not a quiet beast and in my observing and perceiving understood this to be unique, outlaid by the Creator.

The life that was, and continues to be, are designs of heavenly proportion. It was as if God’s thumbprint could be found, pressed into the warm wax. The very structure, demonstrating His pattern for His people. Blueprints from the Kingdom of Heaven in each cell. I saw a glimpse of His perfection in this complex design of order, for those who have yet to be. Three roles etched into humanity, those who believe, those who teach and those who prophecy. All three, working in unison, for the survival of the colony.

The hive shimmered with the constant motion from the bees. There were guards at the entrance discerning His people. Believer bees moved to and fro, foraging for themselves and the church. Instinctively, the believers fed the babes on the sweet Truth and sustenance from the Word of God, nectar to their souls. Through time and experience, and in a new place of maturity, believers produced a waxy substance, a testimony to their character, the building material of faith. It is within the testimony that life is formed, the young develop, new believers grow and the abundance of honeyed grace is stored and preserved, for such a time as this. Bees consume nectar, pollen and honey just like I consume Truth, His Word and Grace. As a result, the very foundations of the church are formed.

Gazing deeper into the hive, I saw the teacher, the leader. Dependent upon the goodness of the believers and the sanctity of the blueprint, the teacher guides and directs the church. Ministering to the young and the old, reaching out and leaving daily footprints as an expression of care and kindness. Responsible for the condition of the church and hosting the Presence, the supernatural communion is timeless. Huddling together, the believers use their own body heat and shiver the atmosphere into place; each understanding the absence of the Presence is the certain loss of generations to come.

And it shall be in the last days that I will pour forth of My Spirit on all mankind; and your sons and your daughters shall prophecy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams. Prophecy is a sign, not to unbelievers but to those who believe. For no prophecy was ever made by an act of human will, but men moved by the Holy Spirit speaking from God. The bee prophets are cared for and fed by believers who have faith, that at the appropriate time, the prophets will impregnate the church with revelation, stimulating the birth of new believers and encouraging the remnant. When the time is right, they depart the hive, accompanying a future leader, to form a new church colony. And so, the hive is immortal, self-extending from the first garden to the place you are today.

While the kingdom of God is not eating and drinking, I could not resist tasting the honey that cascaded before me. For the first time, I tasted righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. It was through these fruits that I understood that he, who in this way serves Christ, is acceptable to God and approved by men. The map of the Presence etched within the combs of grace.

God then took my hand, and as we walked together, we searched the garden for a suitable helper, another believer, to help me perpetuate the hive.